Just occasionally things conspire together to make a day as near perfect as I could hope for. We were supposed to pick up our hire car yesterday Monday in order to have our beloved older Volvo repaired. The previous user of the courtesy car had not appeared until late, so we had to go today.
As it happened the weather was warm(ish) for the time of year and the skies were clear. We avoided driving to Chippenham via Bath and went by the highways and byways, stopping off at Frome. We did our shopping at Lidl, then went to order some paint from B and Q. The paint is made to our specification, one out of 2.4 million colours. The server, Nigel, was one of the old fashioned types who gave service. We ordered a trial tin of paint for £4 so we could see that the colour was exactly right. He painted an area on card and blow dried it for us to approve. The 12.5 litre product was around £30 but it seemed worth every penny due to its resilience to abuse (children and animals).
I popped in to Frome station wanting to use the loo. For some reason you have to ask for a key from the booking office. That’s impossible when the office is unmanned which is most of the time. I noticed trains to Worcester and to Weymouth. We could try that one day.
We then went to ASDA, filled up with cheap petrol, then went round the store. Always something to tempt the eye. I had a chicken breast for 99p. It was a great filler up for lunch.
Off we went to the Volvo store. I arrived at 12.04 having said I would arrive by 12.00. Chris Fortt the service manager teased me. We have built up a great relationship during the last months and I look forward to going.
We were introduced to our new Volvo courtesy car. It was half way between my old 2003 volvo and the space age cars that we see these days. There is no need for a car key to star the engine. You press down the clutch and press the start/stop button and there you go. The drive was very smooth. It used 29 mpg as opposed to 23 mpg for my old volvo but then it is only 1600 cc’s.
We drove to Bath for Francoise to pick up her French ID card. The Francis hotel where the French consulate has meetings is a lovely traditional establishment that does afternoon tea. The rates are quite reasonable for a snobby place like Bath (£119 p.n. excluding breakfast but rates vary).
Off to the Victoria Art Gallery where there was an exhibition of work by Peter Brown: Bath, City and Beyond. This is a prolific artist who paints works at one sitting. They were so realistic I almost felt I could walk in to the street scenes. Particularly brilliant were the wet pavements and sidewalks. The hwole was uplifting.
We then went to have a glass of mulled wine at a restaurant just by the Cathedral followed by a visit to Morrison’s where I bought a small salad buffet for £3.25. That was quite a filler.
Night was falling and we took the park and ride bus to Odd Down where we had parked our car. The evening sky was a spectacular red surrounded by dark clouds. It reminded me of the gateway to hell or what I imagine to be such a thing. But it was beautiful as well.
Back home for a glass of bubbly and a light meal. Watched the football Portugal vs Switzerland. 5:1 and a great Ronaldo support act.
We enjoyed speaking to many people. I love bringing a smile to the face of a stranger. I have become more bold as I realize that people actually like to be talked to but you have to have the right motive otherwise they will feel uneasy. It is easier when I am with my wife but when I am alone I can still achieve a positive result (people being willing to engage with me).
I actually managed to relax and forget the serious things of the world. Of course they run in the background.
Telegram have changed their rules and my Covid material, as they are republishing and containing images have been blocked. No asking. They just do it. Money exchanges hands, or it it a threat, or what. We shall never know.
And so to bed.
A day of rest – well, relatively speaking
So much has happened recently that when the evening comes I don’t have the energy or the ‘ooomph’ to write it down. Today Monday we have the Town Carnival, commencing at 19.30 where an assortment of lorries sponsored by various firms trundle up the High Street.
Today I drafted a letter to the Town Council about their conduct at our allotment AGM last Monday. I had written a 5 page report and found out from their lack of questions or comments that they had not even read it. That really annoys me. I shall show it to other allotmenteers before sending it.
I am having half a day off from Covid but I read a really communicable report on the effect of mRNA proteins. It was a joy to read a simple explanation which does not talk down to people.
Dr Ryan Cole has spoken out on the issue of the dangers of the mRNA spike proteins many times before, but believes that the evidence is even stronger now, producing blood clotting, hear conditions, and even cancer. Here is the root of the problem: “[In] normal mRNA, you have cells making messages all day long … mRNA is generally broken down within minutes to maybe an hour or two. mRNA should not persist. … “But when you put this synthetic pseudouridine [in your body],” said Cole. “The body doesn’t know what to do with it, and it looks at it and says, ‘Hmm, I don’t know what to do. So I’m not going to break it down.’ And so it evades that breakdown process, and it also evades an immune response. But it also turns down our immune system, which is not a good thing because other things—cancers, viruses—get to wake up.” And, the rest is statistics as seen in VAERS.
This after noon I was visited by a friend whose son had been subject to depressions. It happened after they visited a haunted house. The son went to a shaman here in Bath and she discovered certain detritus which had spread from now deceased grandfather who lived there. The shaman managed to remove the detritus and – so far so good – the symptoms have eased.
I am speaking later this week to a web designer about a remote view/ healing site which I want to use as a re-launch vehicle for my work. I have had many disappointments with a site. People read it but they do not take action. I do not think I am writing from their point of view.
Gardening is starting to require too much energy from me so I need something more sedentary.
Last Saturday we did two gardening jobs. Due to the weather we have not been active for some time so it was good to get out there in the comparatively warm weather with lovely blue sky. Afterwards we went to my favorite tea room in Chewton Mendip. We had two lasagnas for main course accompanied by elderberry cordial followed by generous chocolate cake slices and coffee. That took all the money from the second small job but we had a lovely relaxing time followed by a drive back home again under a blue sky. No chem trails today.I wonder why. There was little if any wind.
We need gardening to defray the ever increasing utility bills. Council tax £205 pm, gas and electricity just over £100 and that’s with a rebate, Sky TV and internet £66, car tax £31.50, water £29.50. So that’s over £400 on a good day. However a couple of jobs per week will more than cover it. I just have to get out there and find lighter jobs which older people are glad to have done for them and which I can do without straining my body.
For some reason neither of us is sleeping well. I go to bed not really tired. Maybe I have to stop watching TV at an earlier hour and read a book. I did not lose consciousness at all last evening.
More madness from the Just Stop Oil people. The police are pathetic, just standing around watching someone climb on a gantry on the M25. I wonder how the protestors got there. Surely not in their cars. In China they would have been imprisoned in a blink of an eye.
So UK is paying France £60m to better control the stream of thugs and drug dealers from Albania that are coming over, conveniently traveling through Europe and arriving at the land of milk and honey with the promise of well paid jobs. They are entertained at our expense £7m a DAY. What about our own poor and needy?
As a result of our house having a Feng Shui examination (see previous) we now have a spot lit Buddha in our back garden to balance the Chi. The finer points escape me but I do feel well.
Inspired words from Buddhist Dr Sukerat Bhakdi
Today I am in full work mode. I love this Doctor; irrespective of subject matter, his attitude is a role model for anything in the scientific or indeed the humanities field. Do watch this interview and watch how he comports himself.
His faith involves three elements. Be compassionate, rejoice for others, stay in the middle i.e. don’t be extreme. So simple and yet so key.
Monday evening is the time I must make a report to the Town Council on the topic of our local allotments of which I am the chair. The last 203 years have seen much battering of the human spirit and I have shown that in spite of all, progress has been made and we have raised the bar on performance and user friendliness. It is quite unusual for Allotment Associations to have their own websites so without realizing it, we are managing to achieve standards that few others care to match.
Today started cloudless and warm. I had my eye appointment this morning so I was sat a couple of hours on buses. I had the quickest ever ‘in out’ experience. My appointment was 11.am. I entered the ward at 10.50 am, was tested at 10.55, entered the theatre at 11.00 and left after the procedure at 11.05. I celebrated by having a lunch of fish, chips and mushy potatoes followed by custard and chocolate pudding yum yum.
A couple of weeks ago we had our house Feng Shui examined. I did this in preparation for a forthcoming attempt to re-launch my healing and diagnostic services. It was necessary to balance the house by placing a statue in the rear of the property, and also making a path of paving stones in the front garden. We went to the Hillier Garden Centre in Cheddar and bought seven large slate-like paving stones and . just for good measure, five more goldfish to add to our five in the pool in our back garden.
With regard to the current world chaos, if anyone is interested, the bad and evil people who run the world will I believe destroy themselves by a process culminating in a world-wise collapse starting April 2024 and finishing August 2024. Meanwhile they will throw everything at us. Many people are dying and will die. It is a clumsy attempt by a group of psychopaths to destroy the human being and replace us with a form of being controlled by Artificial intelligence or ‘AI’
I know it is grim stuff but the only way to avoid fear (and the ability of others to make us frightened) is to know what is going on and why.
My stomach continues with its ups and downs but if I refrain from sugar and alcohol and eat food slowly my stomach is maintained in a quiescent state.
I type to the sound of fireworks. It is only 4th November but the forecast for tomorrow is not good so some have chosen to have their parties one night prior. A wise move because there is no wind and no rain.
What does it mean to be human?
I came across this during one of my many wanderings through sites related to Covid. We are supposed to – and were once – an embodiment of light. We are now harbingers of doom in so far as we do not respect our humanity and unique soul ‘made in the image of God’. I love these sorts of memes.
Today I had a chat with my vicar, Rev. Adam Pitt, of All Saints Church, Paulton at the regular coffee morning that I attend Tuesdays. We do not see eye to eye on everything but I suddenly thought of us talking and wondered about the difference between talking and speaking. This led to a good discussion which I said I would follow up.
This is the email I just sent to him:
Talking – to exchange thoughts and opinions. covers a wide variety of methodology
Speaking – to convey information in a formal way, I must speak to x about Y – more one way?
Speaking up – either more volume or becoming courageous or outspoken
Having a word with – also to convey information, to give advice, to keep informed
Having words with – to reprimand or chastise with an element of anger attached. ‘They had words’
An address – to aim, to guide, to direct in a formal or old-fashioned way. ‘He addressed the group’
Having a chat – informal, passing the time, includes gossip
An oration – a formal speech made in public
A eulogy – speech or piece of writing that praises someone or something
Airing – getting something off your chest, raising a problem that may have been hidden
Ventilating or voicing – expressing an inner situation that may be troubling
Spouting – to utter a great volume of material, but not necessarily coherent or correct
Blabbering, Jabbering – constant talking without discipline or entertaining another view
Gossiping – to relate sometimes questionable or secret information of a personal nature
I am now pondering about how much of each I do in my daily life.
This morning I received a Government notification of the possibility of power cuts. They are supposed to be rotating, and last for three hours. You know which area you are in through the code on your electricity bill (though I have yet to test this out). It looks like cuts in January and February, as we had not enough to worry about.
Finally in this miscellany, listen to Martha Argerich, playing piano at around the age of 80. How does she manage. You think YOU are old?
Settling in for the winter (of our discontent?)
We have invited a Feng Shui consultant to visit us later on this month. I want everything in our home to be harmonious as we move to the next phase of our development.
I have today written to the subscribers of my covid website that I shall no longer be adding information on a daily basis. Readers have a choice of reading over 15,000 entries which themselves lead to an average of four time that number and between them they reach into every corner of the ghastly corrupt world of Covid.
I told my readers that if they did not ‘get it’ by now there was nothing more I could do. The main object of Covid is to act as a frightener to bringing on the NWO New World Order where the planet as we know it is being destroyed deliberately yes you heard that right. Mass starvation will be the order of the day and many millions will die.
An example of the dystopian scenario is an interview with Mike Adams and the founder of EngineeringWatch.org. Here it is.
Advice given by Dr Fuellmich is that we should be happy and aware. Instead of complying we should resist. I intend to have a full and happy time in winter. Amazing how sure the main stream media is that we are going to have a cold winter. Maybe they know something that we do not. I would like to build up a consultancy business to assist those who are frightened and disorientated but until we have the right formula I shall not proceed. Meanwhile I have a stack of books I want to read.
I am fascinated by accounts of NDE’s, near death experiences. They show how transitory this world is and how there is no escape from your actions and indeed your thoughts. I watched one where the landscape was so luminescent that each blade of grass was said to have its own music and its own distinctive smell. In a way I cannot wait to pass over but I know that many are sent back as they have to finish their tasks agreed and given for this life. I do not feel, at 78, that I have finished – by a long chalk.
Last Thursday we visited a Crafters show in the Bath and West showgrounds south of Shepton Mallet. I went mainly for Francoise but it was interesting to see an alternative world of greatly skilled people working their craft. So many types – needle work, crochet, embroidery, printing, weaving etc. Let’s hope these therapeutic crafts stay alive.
For the winter I am making arrangements for a ‘sitting round the fire’ event at our home, either inside or outside weather permitting. ‘Down’ days like we all have can be worse in the cold and frost. The main thing that is important to me, at the end of the day, is making a difference to the life of others even if its in a small way. I wonder if there is any such thing as a ‘small’ way. You have either given support or you have not.
I admit I am stunned by this – an unlikely lesson in faith
Most people don’t use imagine-ation when writing a piece. This writer, Lisa Loraine Baker, has the talent of putting the reader in the picture and I read this thorough whilst being side tracked from something complete different. I reproduce it in full.
Can you imagine what it felt like to face a Roman death penalty in the early first century? The Romans, masters of cruelty, didn’t give a prisoner a choice of how they wished to face their demise. Criminals either had their heads taken off, were thrown from a great elevation, strangled, killed by a beast, drowned, buried alive, impaled, or crucified. All were brutal, and only beheading was quick.
Imagine again what it would have been like to have been the thief on the cross, crucified alongside Jesus Christ, hearing the large crowd of mockers spewing venom at Him, and seeing Him die, knowing your death is soon to come.
Who Was the Thief on the Cross?
For the purpose of this article, we will refer to the thief who repented.
The Bible does not give us a name or any other details about the thief — only that he was a criminal (or robber, depending on the version you read).
Luke 23:33 states, “And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified Him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left.” Matthew 27:38 and Mark 15:27 state the same. John 19:18 calls them “two others.”
What Did the Thief Experience?
The thief, himself being crucified (and therefore suffering a slow and painful death from asphyxiation), would have had a hard time breathing. Every inhalation came in anguish as he pushed himself up in order to gain a breath. Body weight pulled the thief down and made breathing extremely difficult. His heart and lungs would lose their functions due to blood loss from the wounds (from the flogging and pierced hands and feet). When killed this way, death was expected within twenty-four hours.
Once the legs faltered, the arms would bear their weight, and soon their shoulders would detach from their sockets. Yet, “Since it was the day of Preparation, and so that the bodies would not remain on the cross on the Sabbath (for that Sabbath was a high day), the Jews asked Pilate that their legs might be broken and that they might be taken away. So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first, and of the other who had been crucified with him. But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs. But one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once there came out blood and water” (John 19:31-34).
We know the thief died a few feet from Jesus and woke that day knowing it was his last day on earth (implied).
What could the thief do but agonize, observe, and listen?
– Witnessed and heard the mocking crowds.
– Would have heard Jesus speak to His disciple, John (John 19:25-27).
– Faced the darkness from the sixth to the ninth hour.
He also would have listened to the centurion and his cohorts say, “Truly this was the Son of God” (Matthew 27:54). Luke’s record states, “Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, ‘Certainly this man was innocent’” (Luke 23:47)!
Mark 15:32b tells us, “Those who were crucified with him also reviled Him.” Matthew 27:44 also records their actions, “And the robbers who were crucified with Him also reviled Him in the same way.” From this record we see both thieves insulted Jesus.
How Does the Other Thief Being Crucified Respond to Jesus?
Luke 23:39-43 shares the conversations between Jesus and the two thieves. The one we learn is the unrepentant thief mimics what he obviously heard from the mocking crowd. Verse 39 says he “railed” at Jesus. He said, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” (Luke 23:39). We can infer from what he said he was not sincere in his retort, for the word used for His remark to Jesus (railed) means he hurled abuse at Him.
What Did the Thief Do?
The one we learn is the repentant thief admonished the other. We, on this side of Calvary, can surmise the thief took all the mocking of Jesus to heart. No matter their intent, the thief heard the crowd remind Jesus that He said He would “destroy the temple and raise it again in three days” (Matthew 27:40). He also overheard them say “if You are the Son of God…” (Matthew 27:40). The crowds also proclaimed He saved others (John 19: 42). And the mockers acknowledged He called Himself “the Son of God” (John 19:43). He heard about Jesus from the mockers. In essence, he heard the Gospel preached by them.
The thief, though, also heard precious prayers from Jesus to His Father. Jesus did not throw insults back at His revilers. Instead, He prayed, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34).
Luke 23:46 records this: “Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!’ And having said this He breathed His last.”
With all of this probably in mind, he said to the other thief, “Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong” (Luke 23:41).
He then said to Jesus, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Jesus replied, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in paradise” (Luke 23:43).
Why Does Jesus Say the Thief Will be With Him in Paradise?
This is the gist of the whole interaction between Jesus and the thief. We must remember Jesus knows the hearts of men (Luke 9:47). The thief recognized his own wretched condition, as we read in Luke 23:41. Recognizing our sinful state is part of how God draws us to Him.
The penitent thief also asked the other thief if he feared God, knowing he too was condemned. We can infer from this the thief who spoke understood his consequence and feared God.
And then the thief displayed belief (faith) in and surrender to Jesus when he asked Him to remember him when He came into His kingdom.
Jesus’ reply to the thief was one of veracity and compassion. Veracity because Jesus said, “Truly.” Compassion because Jesus told the man that day he would be with Him in paradise. He gave the thief hope that He forgives a broken and contrite heart and this life is not all there is. The best is yet to come, for paradise is “the realm of the righteous dead awaiting the resurrection of the body.”
What Does This Mean for Us?
Entering paradise is not a matter of works; it is a matter of faith and repentance, two things we see in how the thief responded to what he saw and heard. He told the other thief they both deserved their penalty and, like them, we, too, deserve the death the other thief died.
Romans 5:8 reads, “but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” That penitent thief lived in the very moment Christ died for us. He, in effect, is eyewitness to Romans 5:8!
God numbers our days, not us. Therefore, when we wake each morning, we don’t know if it’s our last day on earth. That thief did, and so did the Lord Jesus. But knowing Jesus and having surrendered our lives to Him in contrition and belief, we trust His sovereignty over our lives. The thief did not work for his salvation. He repented and believed. He had faith.
Faith is like a receptacle we hold in anticipation of what only God can do to fill it. The thief didn’t see paradise, but He trusted the One who would take him there. Hebrews chapter 11 is rightly called the “Hall of Faith.” The portrayals are those who looked forward to something they had yet to see and had assurance it would be all for which they hoped.
Acts 16:31 relates how Paul told the jailer he would be saved by believing in the Lord Jesus. Belief is trusting. Trust is faith.
Romans 10:17 states, “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.”
The thief could do nothing but listen. He listened to Jesus and to the mockers. And he heard enough to verify who Jesus is, God.
We have but to read this account of the thief on the cross to understand repentance and faith. Jesus would not have welcomed that man into paradise with Him if the thief had not humbled himself by admitting he was a sinner in need of Jesus. Admit you’re a sinner, repent, and have faith. Jesus was the thief’s only hope, and He’s our only hope, too, for in Him is life.
Lisa Loraine Baker is the award-winning author of Someplace to Be Somebody (End Game Press, February 2022). Lisa writes fiction and nonfiction and is currently co-writing a Christian living book with her husband, and a suspense novel.
Lisa is a member of Word Weavers, Int’l (as a critique partner and mentor), AWSA, ACFW, Serious Writer Group, and BRRC.
Lisa and her husband, Stephen, inhabit their home as the “Newlyweds of Minerva” with crazy cat, Lewis.
A couple of days in Cardiff
I always follow my instincts when it comes to travel. I got the idea lat Friday that we should do a brief visit to Cardiff in Wales. It is quite close to us. As the crow flies it is 32 miles but more like 55 miles by car. We debated whether to go by car or take a coach from Bristol. The latter would take door to door about 3 hours 30 minutes and would cost £32 return for two. We decided to do the car option which took just over an hour.
We found an hotel, a Travelodge in the Cardiff Bay area. See my long review on Trip Advisor.
I had totally underestimated the amount of time effort and money that had been invested in this town, the capital of Wales. We visited on the way the Museum of Welsh Life. It is on a 110 acre area and gives a living and vivid account of what life was like in the old days. We went round the formal exhibition halls then went round the gardens (huge and varied) then realized that we would need to visit again to take it all in. This we did on the last morning after checking out.
The bay area has a modern opera house of beautiful design. The main area – the old town center – has a variety of markets and shopping centers. I totally recommend the old fashioned market. The shopping centers I found soulless and we only stayed there a short time. In one of the markets I had what I can only call a gourmet meal
starters – mixed sea food with oil £3.45
Main course – lasagna – one of the have have ever tasted £3.90
Sweet course – rhubarb and cherry cake – the best I have ever had £2.70
For less than a tenner I was totally satisfied with beautifully cooked and presented food. Well done all.
I find the Welsh people alert, intelligent and quick witted. They remind me of Liverpudlians. I engaged in many conversations with random strangers and enjoyed it enormously.
The weather was kind to us if a little breezy but for late September who is complaining.
Our energy readings conducted before and after showed a small improvement but really we need a couple of weeks aggressively doing nothing to fully charge our batteries.
Special article : This is the way to go when a loved on departs this life
This came up when I was on vacation in Cardiff
It’s a great role model if you know someone who is about to depart.
My Sunflower has blown away
This is hardest email I’ve ever written.
My wife Nicole said when she passed she wanted to be in my arms with me chanting in her ear. On Tuesday night, at 11:30pm, it was as she wished.
As you may know, Nicole suffered from type-1 diabetes and end-stage renal failure. She has been on hemodialysis for the last twelve years. Most people only last seven years. On Friday, September 9th, after a year of preparation, she discontinued dialysis and chose to pass away at home with the assistance of a palliative care team.
By her ninth day sans dialysis, Sunday, September 18th, her breathing had become difficult, she was experiencing severe pain and she began morphine treatment. By Monday, she was unable to walk on her own. I, my son Jonah, and three friends took her for a 90-minute walk in a wheelchair around the lake near our home…
By Tuesday, she was too weak to even go out. Nonetheless, she was fully coherent, talking and laughing.
Every night, around 8:30pm, we’d been having friends over to chant Vedic religious mantras with her. We usually don’t record these, but I felt the urge to. An MP3 of our final gathering is here.
At 10pm, after I got Nicole ready for bed, I told her this was the first day since she went off dialysis that I hadn’t cried. I told her that I finally accepted that she was indeed going to leave and that it was (probably) the right thing to do. She said she was clear her time had come. She had no fear. She had only been staying for Jonah and me. She asked me to forgive her for abandoning me. I told her there was nothing to forgive.
She told me to sleep in the living room, as her breathing was so loud the previous night it was hard for me to sleep. I left her with a sound bowl to bang if she needed me.
I said I would see her in the morning. She just smiled.
At 11:30pm, our son Jonah woke me to tell me Mama was calling for me.
I found her half out of bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, making gurgling noises. I lifted her up into a sitting position, and her head slumped forward, as the “death rattle” (which the nurses had warned me about) continued.
I just held her head up and against my neck as I hugged her as tight as I could , chanting OM (the Hindu sound or word for God) as she had asked me to do. It lasted for about two minutes or eternity, I’m not sure. It is the most horrific and beautiful moment of my life.
She thought she was a burden, but love doesn’t feel burdens. I must have told her I loved her so much a hundred times as my mind tried to accept what had happened. I thought she had another week at least. I thought she’d still change her mind. Jonah heard me crying. He came in and joined me.
I then carried her body to the living room, where she had had a hospital bed set up. I lit candles and Jonah and I meditated and chanted at her side, in between a relentless flood of tears.
Her suffering was over. And it hurt so much.
All of Wednesday, friends from the community came to sit, pray and sing by her body. People kept on bringing roses and we surrounded her body with them…
She couldn’t bear her illnesses any longer — 43 years and four forms of life support (dialysis, insulin, blood transfusions and calcitriol injections) were enough. She said she knew her days were numbered and this was how she wanted to go, saying goodbye and surrounded by friends and having as spiritual a death as possible.
Our marriage was the happiest it had ever been. We’d grown so much together. And she had raised a wonderful young man, having home schooled him for fifteen years.
Every day since she went off dialysis I would ask if she was still sure this is what she wanted to do. She would say, “Yes, 95%.” She was at total peace with the decision. Ever since she decided to go, she’s been the happiest I’ve ever known her.I couldn’t bear it, and all her efforts to convince me I’d be better without her “draining me” and pushing me towards other people and activities. She said I needed more time to write and a wife who could do things. But I’d burn my novel if it would bring her back (in a body that wasn’t suffering).
She said when she was gone I’d feel relief. At first, all I felt was more sadness and regret than I thought possible. I didn’t know the heart could feel so much pain. Grief is the price of love, the cost of caring. I let her go because she asked me to, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I can see how so much that has happened over the last year was her and God trying to make it possible for me let her go.
Still, Wednesday was mainly shock and tears. Thursday was hell and screams. Friday peace and reassurance.
And, now, I do feel relief. Not for me, but for her. I sense she is free, happy and active. No more coughing. No more insomnia. No more fatigue. No more racing heartbeat. No more nausea. No more headaches. No more painful dialysis sessions. No more low blood pressure. No more nerve pain. No more brain fog.
Everything went just as she wanted. She was so happy that final night, so at peace chanting and meditating with her friends and family, so grateful for everyone who came to say goodbye to her over the last weeks.
I love her so much. She was an amazing woman shouldering an incredible burden.
Please pray for her, me and my son my Sunflower takes her lone journey…
—John C. A. ManleyPS I’ll be sharing more in future posts about my wonderful wife and our twenty year journey together and this final experience with death. Until then, If you haven’t seen it yet, here is a tribute to Nicole that I published a couple weeks ago: My Red-Headed Sunflower.
PPS There will be a memorial service for Nicole on Saturday, October 15th. We’ll aim for a live web feed of the gathering, but, at the very least, will have a recording posted.
This followed the next day
3 Surreal Signs From My Wife in Heaven
As I wrote about yesterday, my wife of 19 years of marriage, passed away Tuesday night at 11:30pm in our home, after a lifetime suffering from type-1 diabetes and kidney failure…
Nicole had told my son and me she would send signs that she was okay after her passing. It seems she has kept her promise. She’s sent at least three clear signs.
1. Thunder: For the next day after her passing, The Weather Network had predicted blue skies. Instead, on Wednesday morning it began to pour… and thunder. We had three thunderstorms that day, after a summer with barely any (due to drought). Nicole loved thunderstorms. Many times this year, she had said she was waiting for a good thunderstorm. Now it feels as if she can make them happen.
2. “Mama”: Our son Jonah has always referred to Nicole as Mama. Amidst Wednesday’s thunderstorms, an email arrived in my inbox from cartoonist Bob Moran with the subject line “Mama.” I subscribe to Bob’s email list, where he releases his latest paintings several times a week. Inside this email was the following cartoon called “Mama”…
Just as Mama Nicole broke free from the cage and shackles of her broken body. Nicole had worked with a local shaman only weeks before, and believed her power animal was the bear. She also believed that upon passing she would be reunited with our late daughter Skye. Notice how the baby bear is surrounded by the sky?
3. Widow(ers): On Friday, Bob Moran sent out his next painting. At this point, I felt Nicole was just playing jokes on me…
Regardless of these outwards signs, since Friday, I’ve had a growing and overwhelming sense that she is happy, free and helping me, my son and the world in ways we can barely imagine.
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Near Death Experience, and a day meeting people
If you are the slightest bit ‘down’ then do watch this video. We all believe in ‘life after death’ but this is a living breathing example of the reality.
So today, a lovely sunny Saturday, we became part of the Somerset art trail, which takes place for a roughly one week period in the Autumn.
We first went to Shepton Mallet to the prison to see promised works by artists. However we got the dates wrong so left empty handed so to speak.
We visited the nearby church of St Peter and St Paul to see an installation called ‘The Gleaning’. We had the privilege of meeting with Rev Gil Sakakini who is one of only two appointees to merge artistic aspects of the cumming with what is going on in the Church (of England). We immediately clicked and we talked of structural changes that were taking place or could take place in the church today. I left promising to make time for a professional sharing of public relations and associated matters.
We then went on to visit Rowena, a talented artist bought up in a gypsy family and who left school at 11 to ‘do something useful’. She has adapted very well to the stresses and strains of the current situation and has never even contemplated having ‘the jab’. Her colleague Jade showed me his brand new website with the very original name of www.Wylderness.co.uk
Do have a look. It is brilliant and original. I told him I thought he would do well in America.
Off to Pilton (near Glastonbury) to visit a combined social and activity centre, and then to Penelope O’Gara showing and exhbition entitled strangely ‘The Itinerant Bizarrium”. She was a set designer for the theatre and specialised in macabre ghostly like figures which fitted in remarkably well with the church, St Peters of Evercreech. Unfortunately this bouncy and jolly lady had had the vax. She was put under pressure as she did not want to transmit anything to her disabled son (now 30 but who had been hit in a ‘bike vs car’ accident when he was 15. She may have received a more innocuous version i.e. saline solution. Some think that all the vaccines had graphene but the balance of evidence that these loaded viruses are more likely to be associated with the booster shots.
A rather depressing forecast from Deagal, estimating that the population of the UK and the USA will be United Kingdom 14,517,860 (2025) from63,390,000 (2017) UnitedStates ofAmerica 99,553,100 (2025) from316,440,000 (2017) view more details here.
On that note…..
A few days in Ireland
(previous days will follow) We arrived home shortly after 11 p.m. Door to Door 12 hours. And opened that door to the rather musty smell associated with properties that have not been ventilated for sometime.
Our journey from Dublin began at 11 am when we left our hostess’ house to be taken to Dublin Airport. Traffic was reasonable and we turned up at terminal 2 to and were duly dropped off. After some inquiries we found the area from which the bus was due to leave, so called Zone 20. I noticed the complete absence of any signage including a timetable; the only one we found much later was in the main terminal. There was no official to ask. Everyone seeed to be on their mobile phones conducting their business from there.
According to a previous Google inquiry the next departure to Belfast was at 11:55. May be due to the fact that it was a public holiday recently announced, the Google information was slightly outdated. The next bus was actually an hour later at 12:55. We joined the queue only to be told that the bus was full and that I should go to Terminal 1 where there was a choice of two bus companies. We found the first of the companies to be told they were not taking bookings due to demand. Our plane was due to depart at at 18:45. already it was 13.15 and we had a long way to go including a 2-hour coach journey. We went along to another company, the only other company actually. We had to wait in a standby queue and by a great miracle we were the last 2 people to be allowed on the bus. Packed it was.
Finally we were on our way through the Irish countryside. There is no question that there is more rain in Ireland than in UK and the fields were green and lovely to look upon. The boundary between South and Northern Ireland no longer exists but it is somewhere along the M1 motorway near Newry. The bus stopped off at 3 or 4 places and we arrived in the Belfast bus hub at about 15.30. Buses to the international airport – about 17 miles away from Belfast itself please note – leave every 30 minutes and we were able to get a seat without any difficulty. Francoise grabbed a roll which turned out to be largely inedible. What do they use for bread?
Bearing in mind the exhausting and frustrating wait over over an hour “shuffling forward” at the airport security in Bristol on the way out we were dreading the same happening on the return journey but as it happened there was no queue and we passed security in a matter of minutes. Since I last flew, flight protocols have changed. You show your QR code to a machine tube at the gate. You show the same QR code when you are boarding. Everyone had their mobile phones to do this. We were one of the few that had a paper print out.
Anyway, on arrival at Belfast International and passing through security we were greeted by a combination of a kitchen and a bar where for the first time whilst in Ireland I sampled a very generous single whisky (more like 40 cl than 25 cl) accompanied by a Guinness with its lovely fresh almost medicinal taste. We had finally made it by 4:45 p.m. And so had time for refreshments. Check in was at 18.15 but we were only told the departing Gate 10 minutes prior but in spite of that, the flight left on time and we had a very smooth journey back to Bristol. Lovely sights of the setting sun above the clouds.
This was when the journey became interesting. At the bus hub in Bristol airport there were no timetables largely I surmise because there were a number of different companies using this as a convenience stop. We did not know if there were going to be any changes due to the Queen’s funeral on that day although we knew it was going to be treated as a public holiday. We turned up at 19:30 just as a bus to Bath was drawing out – or trying to. The bus broke down about 100m from the start. We learned that through knocking on the window and asking the driver.
We had debated taking a taxi but discovered that the cost would be over £75. On balance we decided to wait to see if there was another bus that evening. Even on Google, it’s not possible to find a straightforward timetable so we guess there would be another bus and around about 20.30 and indeed another bus turned up. We get a discount for having a Freedom Pass so we paid £10 each. We arrived in Bath after a smooth journey and caught the 22:06 local bus which dropped us off a couple of streets away from where we live.
It could have been so much worse. If we had not by some magic found a bus to take us to Belfast we would not have caught the plane. As for Bristol I have never spent a night at an airport but I would have considered it. I’m not going to pay big money for a few hours in a hotel. You don’t get away with less than a £150 for such a convenience. Next time we will be able to take the plane to Dublin itself as Francoise will hopefully have her passport.
We arrived surprisingly refreshed. A really enjoyed the change. I realize that it does not matter what I do when away. It is the change that is the therapy and the inspiration.
The destruction of our planet – ssshhh – don’t tell anyone
My over-riding pre-occupation is watching the orchestrated destruction of our planet by various underhand and nefarious means. the plans have been going on since the agreement in Rio, Brazil, in 1992. The latest and most under-estimated method is by geo-engineering. I am watching as I type. The ‘one in 1000 years’ drought or ‘one in a thousand deluge’ can only happen by premeditation and the use of technology. If you think I am exaggerating, have a look at Mike Adam’s interview with Dane Wigington of Geoengineeringwatch.org.
I went to Wetherspoons yesterday for breakfast. I find the style far from appetizing. there is no disguising the fact that it is production line stuff. I feel it is cooked without love. The taste lingers in my stomach and it is not pleasant. Back to home cooking.
This morning I had a large piece of lamb’s liver which I diced and had with 2 eggs. That fills me up for the morning and indeed most of the afternoon. I am happy with two decent meals per day.
But enough! This is the last day of the holidays for many. Back to school for the children. We went off to do some more blackberry picking. They are so fresh and sweet. This evening we shall cook a blackberry and apple pie.
We are both physically tired so are looking forward to a short break. Destination and timing unconfirmed but it will happen.
Each year around the 7th of September there is a misty smell in the air which means that autumn has arrived. Off with the shorts. On with the long trousers. On with the jerseys. On with the central heating (if I can afford it)
Summary of our recent trip to London
Logistics- Thursday 25th August we departed from Bath by the 10 am 403 coach arriving London Victoria 1.20 pm. There are various combinations of stops, some taking longer than others. Our stops were Box, Chippenham and Heathrow. Sunday 28th August we returned by the 6pm coach from Victoria Station arriving 9.02 pm just in time to catch the local bus to our stop, two streets away from our home. The cost of the travel was £40 for us two.
Whilst in London I used my credit card (NB no need to buy transport tickets). There is a daily cap depending on the relevant travel zones so don’t worry about taking too many buses, tubes or trams or buses. You can check your expenditure on your bank app. if you have an android or similar phone. Our Freedom Passes qualify us for free bus travel nation-wide.
We had not over-planned as I knew that ‘nature abhors a vacuum’ and sure enough this proved to be true. We had two obligatory visits. One to my oldest friend Gregory where we meet in a restaurant, the other one was for Francoise to make an application for her french passport renewal. This duly took place at 12.00 on Friday. After that we were as free as a bird to do as we wished.
Haverstock Hill is part of the very high end property market where you wont get a decent sized flat or house for under £600k. Houses advertised at £1.5m and up are commonplace.
It was a joy to be in the company of so many well off and positive people particularly men who were out enjoying themselves over the bank holiday weekend. This is something I miss very much. A part of me still resides in London but having said that I would not return to live there – unless I had a whole pile of money. Everyone is stressed – by everyone else.
Food – the prices are skyrocketing. It is common to pay £4.95 for a slice of cake. Meals are very suspicious. Some have gone to great lengths to make an ordinary dish sound attractive. I was offered Mexican street food with chicken, but the bits of chicken were so small they could barely be tasted. It was wonderful to sit in the vastly expanded Brixton Market, justifiably world famous. A wonderful selection of fresh fish were offered at prices that we can only dream of locally. If there were less than 100 different nationalities represented I would be amazed.
The South Bank of London is as you would expect of the holiday weekend was full of stalls selling food. People were out enjoying themselves; very few people wore face coverings AKA masks. We visited Somerset House on the north bank and had a go at the large wheel, about half the size of the London Eye on the South Bank.
It was great to get away from routine and enjoy London before further deterioration makes ‘life as we know it’ impossible. Remember folks, its by design. As they say ‘prepare to meet thy God’
Time to wake up
So, we have 1,000 illegal immigrants entering our shores each DAY.
We have to find the wherewithal to sustain them (£5million a day).
We have oil companies making ridiculous profits whilst we pay record prices for petrol.
We have threats of up to £6,200 p.a. for gas and electricity.
We have food scarcity and price increases.
We have strikes of barristers, the port workers, train drivers.
We have police that do not focus on arresting people.
We have slow motion bio-weapons disguised as vaccines that are killing thousands.
We have the destruction of the NHS.
We have the deliberate culling of animals and the wilding of farms
We have the rise of wokeness and those students who must be protected from anything that might offend or upset them (poor darlings).
We have the premature introduction of sexual deviation at schools
If a new society is to arise then the old one must be demolished. It IS being demolished.
Make no mistake. Many will die. That is the intention. Its called population reduction or ‘eugenics’ to you and I. If you want to know more, look up ‘The Great Reset’ wither on my site or elsewhere. The Great Reset was launched 2nd April 2020 and will continue until 2030 when ‘we will own nothing and be happy’.
If ever there was a time for faith, and the building of character, then this is the time. How can I tell my allotment members that their food will be raided this time next year. They will abuse me. If they don’t get it by now then they will never get it so there is no point in opening my mouth.
Oh – the pain and discomfort…
Once the anesthetic has worn off the intervention – inguinal hernia – made itself known to me. Me lying down is alright, standing up is alright, going from a sitting or lying position to standing up is a real pain. I am having medication such as paracetamol and codeine but it doesn’t seem to help much. I have to do everything very slowly. I dropped something on the ground and had to get a gripper to pick it up.
We are only 48 hours after the operation which took place or should I say finished at about 4 p.m. Friday so these are very early days and I must not complain or be too impatient. I am concerned that I will be able to leave on Thursday for 3 nights in the capitol, London. There won’t be much actual walking as we shall take the bus to Bath and then the coach to Victoria Station. The 5G effects are much greater in London so I hope I don’t get too whacked.
There is a huge amount on in London including the Greenwich carnival which goes on for some days but I must not crucify myself. Today I missed the mid Somerset show which is on in in Shepton Mallet and which I visit every year. To make up for not going I did a mental tour of the whole thing and reread my diaries.
We need to go this weekend because Francoise has got her appointment with the French Embassy to renew her passport obviously without which no travel can happen. And I am also due to see a good friend on Friday evening.
Fingers crossed and I look forward to an improvement in my condition at least sufficient to be able to go there.
The day of my operation – the gruesome details
Just listening to a video commentaryentitled ‘GREG HUNTER USA WATCHDOG: RADICAL DROUGHT CAUSED BY MILITARY WEATHER WEAPONS – DANE WIGINGTON’ 36:41 Weather control has been around since the 60’s and is used to bring a country to its knees without them being aware of it.
This morning I had a telephone call from Mike, one of the mechanics at the garage, to tell me that they had fixed the car but wanted to take it on an extended run of 20 – 30 miles to make sure that nothing failed. Since we have had to spend so much money already and that would have meant only an hour at the most I readily agreed.
So I had to be at the Sulis Hospital (part NHS part private) at 12.30. We arrived shortly after 12 and I was ushered to the basement where all the four operating theatres are. There are a huge amount of forms that have to be filled in, checked, checked again. This is to make sure that they are covered in cases of legal liability.
I have to say that everyone worked together as a team. I was shown into my ‘pod for the day’ which is like a small hospital room with only curtain dividers. A nurse came along to tell me to change entirely into hospital gowns. The next visitor was the anaesthetist who took a lot of details and described what they were going to do by way of an anaesthetic. I was then visited by a nurse who formally admitted me. I was then visited by the surgeon himself who made a mark on the area that needed to be treated , in this case my left inguinal hernia.
I was then picked up by yet another doctor and taken to a large room full of equipment which also served as an operating theatre. They do not now do general anaesthetic on the grounds that it can lead in the long term to loss of memory especially with people over 50. Instead, using an injection in the spine the lower half of my body was quickly rendered numb and when I say quickly I mean after about 5 seconds. I could not move my feet. I was then fitted with a cannula in my left hand which means that I could be given other injections should the need require.
The operation which lasted about 45 minutes then proceeded without my feeling anything at all. During the operation I got several unpleasant tricks on my chest area and this was evidently due to a histamine reaction. It is produced as a by-product of one of the the medications I was given and causes inflammation. In my case I felt I was getting a lot of prickles on my chest like small electric shocks.
I was wheeled out and looked after in the immediate post operative period of about 1-hour to enable my limbs to fully come out of their anaesthetised state. I was then taken back to my pod where I was served a very nice hot cup of coffee with a generous cheese and tomato sandwich
The surgeon visited me again to make sure I was alright and the anaesthetist himself, a delightful chap from Poland, came by to ask the same.
We had arrived at midday and the procedure was finished about 5:15. Thanks to Francoise for waiting patiently but she was prepared for it. A friend gave us a lift home. I was not in any pain and could have taken public transport but I thought it was better to have some energy in reserve.
The Delights of picking blackberries
For some reason, there are blackberries in full maturity just asking to be picked whilst others are green and immature. I guess there must be early and late varieties a bit like potatoes. Today is day 2 after the end of the great heatwave. Things are returning to normal (if we can use that word) with some rain showers and floods in the South East of the UK.
My son is with us from Thailand having a three week or so break. We are without a car, still, so we are using his ultra reliable Honda Jazz to go to the allotment, to pick up supplies of food for the terrible times ahead.
We stopped at a bakery right in the middle of nowhere. Funny thing is that if the locals get to know it and word gets around it does not matter if it is along a country lane. We bought a lovely loaf (£3.50 is around right for quality bread) and then noticed that the adjacent hedgerows were stuffed full of blackberries that no one was picking. We quickly collected four jars, and later on made a rhubarb and blackberry crumble.
Word has it that the world will run out of sustainable food. The shops show little sign of this but the prices are going up all the time. I have paid £2.20 for a large container (2l>) of milk. We are doing our squirrel act and hoarding as much as we can.
more to come
My regular eye(lea) injection at RUH in Bath
I rang my garage in Chippenham to find out that the central control module on my Volvo was indeed defunct, so I gave the go-ahead for a new one which may be sourced locally (overnight) or from Sweden (six days). It is indeed a relief to have a positive diagnosis. I guess the bill will be £1500
For those of you who are not my regular readers I have wet macular degeneration in my left eye and need treatment to stabilize it. It is very rare for isuch conditions to reverse but 43 injections at regular intervals for the past 5 years have certainly prevented degeneration.
The macula in the human eye is the place where light is focused by the structures in the front of the eye (cornea & lens). It takes the picture that is sent to the brain, where vision is completed. The macula provides us with the ability to read and see in great detail whereas the rest of the retina provides peripheral vision.
I turned up early for my 12.00 appointment – actually at 11.45. I was immediately seen for my appraisal which took about 5 minutes. Whilst in the waiting room I met a chap who seemed nervous. He nearly fell over backwards when I told him this was my 43rd injection. It turned out it was only his third. I assured him about the quality and reliability of service. He joked about his imaginings of what the procedure was like when compared with the reality of the actual injection.
The consultant was very gentle, kept talking during the procedure, and before I know it it was done. I know it because I see soap bubbles in my eyes. I was out by 12.10
Before hopping on the bus to Bath itself I enjoyed lunch at the re-opened restaurant. During the ***demic only the staff were allowed to use it but now it is open to all and sundry. I had roast pork and apple with roast potatoes and various greens including brussel sprouts together with a delicious brad and butter pudding for £9.10. A bit more than I expected. Evidently the vegetables are now charged for separately.
It is good to see plenty of foreign tourists in the city. I indulged myself by having an Italian ice-cream, a large slice of carrot cake and a very good coffee. The weather was hot to very hot but with the maximum temperatures happening Friday and Saturday.
Back home on the 174, a shower, and the last part of the day spent doing very little (I don’t count writing this diary).
A day of resolution
Just finished watching a longer video (don’t let that put you off) about all aspects of the covid-19 virus. The more the time goes by, the more clarity is associated with the actual turn of events. Have a visit here.
Today I have solved two problems; my non-functioning printer and my semi-functioning mobile phone (OnePlus 6). My Epson Pixma printer would not work. I just realised that if the colour cartridge is entirely empty the printer will not start, even if it is only black and white that is required. Solution – press the red button for at least five seconds. This will cause the green continuity button to stop blinking and hey presto – printing can resume.
The other problem was far more annoying. My mobile did not catch on to the Internet and stalled when trying to receive data. I received all sorts of error messages, time out warnings etc. I went along to a local mobile phone/internet shop and paid for a health check. £30 is not bad. I had no viruses but there were four apps that were suspicious and were removed. When I got home the problem was still unsolved.
People say all sorts of things about YouTube but it is a valuable resource for advice on almost anything you care to name from cutting trees to repairing your car. I searched for my problem ‘mobile phone difficulty in connecting to internet One Plus’ and got a couple of videos back. An Indian chap speaking very fast talked me through, suggesting I reset to the defaults (not factory reset). I did this on the SIM and on the software in general. Hey presto the whole thing worked like a rocket. I had thought the signal strength was deficient but no that was not the problem.
Anyway I can breathe a sigh of relief. Breathing is a very good idea with the weather set to be not far short of 40 degrees later this week.
The last major thing is my car. I returned it to Chippenham last Thursday and realistically I expected it to be started on yesterday Monday. We are managing fairly well but our allotment is over a mile away and it is tedious to have to walk to and fro in the heat. Lets hope I get ‘that phone call’ from the delightful Chris to tell me they are making progress. I am prepared to pay more than £1000 for a new control modem.
I can’t believe how the second hand car market has changed in the last couple of years. There is virtually nothing left unless you have £10k to spend. Maybe the government have been buying up old cars. I would not put anything past them.
A wonderful day in – Clevedon – and – Portishead
We decided to celebrate Francoise birthday one day ahead (Saturday 6th August) so – still car-less – we arose early and took the 07.49 178 bus to Bristol, and then the 10.10 X7 bus to Clevedon. Non-Brit readers please indulge me. Brits know that such places are not the epitomy of sophistication or glamour but there were many delights in store for us.
I made a vow that I would speak to as many people as possible with the aim of giving them a ‘lift’ – mainly through gay banter and humor. It is just plain fun and gives an extra dimension to the day.
We met a man at our local bus stop who through coincidence had a plaque dedicated to his father on Clevedon Pier so we said we would pay our respects. Later… although he told us that the plaque was two thirds of the way up on the left, we did not realize the magnitude of our search. There are over 15,000 of them. I estimated it would take the best part of a day to search especially as some of them were dull with age and barely readable.
Met two Jehovah Witnesses on the sea front. They were two of the nicest JW people I had ever met. They were non pushy, non confrontational, and rather wanted to share their view of life, the universe and everything. We chatted for about 20 minutes. I felt they were really listening to us and not trying to push stuff down our throat.
We met a cheery couple on the pier, this time from Wales. She had taken the week off from a sports centre in Birmingham. Last night they stayed in the Forest of Dean area and highly recommended the Miners Arms, a gastro pub 200 yards away from the hotel where they stayed.
We met a highly motivated volunteer called Jim. He told us of the Great storm in 1990 where a spring high tide coincided with a strong on shore wind. Gardens of the homes on the front were flooded.
We had a celebratory lunch on the pier with no less that one and a half fish on the plate with batter that was so thin and crisp it did not adversely affect the stomach.
No question that the pier is a strong community in itself, but definitely kept alive by volunteers.
We wandered around the compact town centre. One street is quite posh – the Oxford Street of the area, called Hill Road. Many niche shops. We found a micro pub called The Fallen Tree and spent some happy time talking to the server. They were very proud of the locality of their ales. Strangely, they have no website but can be easily found in this short street. It is Number 15, and BS21 7PD if you are interested.
We found the bus that took us to Portishead. Not a dump as I had thought. A lively port with a huge Marina. We visited a lifeboat station and in particular the shop associated with it. They do a great job.
We caught the X4 bus at 17.10 then a connecting bus from Bristol 18.10 arriving home 19.20. The X4 is the only local bus that I know that includes travel along the M5.
I could just about get used to being without a car except for my gardening work. Mind you, we are somewhat lulled into a sense of ease. What about the weather which for 9 months of the year is either cold or indifferent.
Two bills on the same day
I hate receiving demands for money especially unexpected ones.
The first one was however expected. As my car is not working I have to rent a hire car for an event next weekend, 13th August. I hire from a local firm. The day hire for the smallest car with one driver is £39.99 per day with unlimited mileage. We are responsible for the first £750 of damage. I must pay a £200 deposit which is refundable.
The second one was half expected. I had an accident in May and lost a no claims bonus from 20 years to 3 years. The new company have received the amended no claims bonus. I must pay another £176 including a £50 admin fee. My BIG mistake was not insuring the no claims bonus. We live and learn.
You wait ages for a bus and then three come along at once. Something like that.
An unexpectedly good day in Chippenham
Today is the day when we have to have faith and determination. We are setting sail in our magnificent Volvo to a garage 26 miles away. We left shortly after 9am. The engine fired up as normal. I drove carefully and steadily, too carefully for some drivers whom I annoyed by going at a steady 40 mph.
Slowly but surely the electrics failed. All was lit at first, then we lost the rev counter, then the speedometer, then the petrol gauge followed by the auto gear box sync, then the indicators. We were left only with the electric windows as we gently entered the forecourt and parked.
Chris Fortt, the After Sales manager of MRG Chippenham, was professionalism personified. He assured us that he would do his utmost to assist, whilst hinting that it was probably the main control module that would need to be replaced (£1,000 +). I am glad to pay that because second hand Volvos are almost non-existent. Everyone is hanging on to them or maybe they have all been taken to the scrap heap in the sky.
We wandered into the centre and found a coffee shop for coffee and morning snacks. We came across a very lively man called Mikey who was fully up to speed on all things 5G. He had just successfully complained against a new mast proposal outside a local school. We had 15-20 minutes of animated conversation. It is so lovely and empowering to meet someone on the same wavelength. He was from Liverpool and knew Mark Steel, the 5G campaigner from Newcastle. We discussed the use of Common Law. Mikey said that most courts do not understand it so it can be a waste of time and effort.
We then visited the local museum, incredibly well designed and informative. Chippenham goes back to Roman times (at least). There was an exhibition of etchings of such high quality I could hardly believe my eyes.
We then visited the wonderful and spacious St Andrews Church. We felt welcomed as soon as we walked in. The church was very wide. There were no pews but comfortable chairs. I talked with a very informative and accommodating volunteer. He said the Sunday morning services attracted between 80 and 90 people. For some reason the Victorians had moved the organ from the rear of the church to an area to the left of the choir. To move it back would cost about half a million pounds. Instead they are appealing for a rebuild of the organ in its present position. They need about £250,000
After a tour of various second hand (pre-loved) shops, off to the bus station to check return buses. They are XX.10 and XX.40 but do go round all the back streets to pick up and drop off local passengers. We then went to Wetherspoons via a community hub and had a couple of drinks and a small lunch of fish and chips. I treated myself to an apple crumble with custard. It was rather flat as in having been sat on, having been bombarded with microwaves. It was delicious never the less.
To Bath on the bus X31 which we caught at a stop by the main train station. . We thought of going by train but at £10 single it had limited appeal so our bus passes won the day. We had a coffee and cake down by the river. Trips on the River Avon last an hour and cost £11 for an adult so we shall do a trip in the not too distant future.
I really enjoyed today. We were free of worry about the car. They either fix it or we have them take it to the recycle. I don’t mind how modest a holiday is, it is the break from routine that is the gift. A sunny day helps.
Egg on my face
So I call up the RAC to get them to tow me to Chippenham, where a Volvo dealer has agreed to sort out my grand old Volvo. I tried first thing this morning, last night and the night before that and the engine was as dead as a dodo. No power, no electrics.
I called the RAC about 9.30 am. You get text messages every half hour to tell us of progress (or lack of it). At 2.45 pm they showed up. I was lower down in the priority list as I was calling from home. They have staff difficulties at the moment. All with children are taking them on holiday. The agents themselves have 6 weeks holiday p.a. so who can blame them.
I tried the engine just before he arrived and blow me down it started perfectly. I had to admit this. He just about believed me. He did a code reading and as a result I was told of two intermittent faults. As the car was technically in running order he could not transport me to Chippenham.
I will live to see another day but tomorrow Thursday we shall attempt the journey. If we break down on the way the RAC can tow me the rest of the distance. Fingers crossed in advance.
The operation that wasn’t
If there is one thing I am really nervous about or should I say anxious about and that is missing appointments. Today I had an important appointment with the local hospital to have an inguinal hernia repaired. I had this done before ,a couple of years ago but as I was under general anaesthetic I knew very little about it but the whole experience of the hospital, in Peasedown, was positive.
We had set our alarms for 5:30 in the morning as we had to be there at 7 am We took the 6.15 bus to Peasedown arriving at about 6:30 and walked across a housing estate to the Sulis hospital which is part national health and part private. Although I had taken two lateral flow tests as instructed they still wanted another one taken the same day so in spite of my following orders I had to go through the same rigmarole again. I was taken downstairs to the the preparation area about 7:15, told to change, and sat there waiting.
I had been asked to wear a mask. Foolish thing to do with me. I noticed that some of the nurses were not wearing masks. The rules (still) are that you have to wear something protective in the operation areas. I was asked to wear a larger plastic version – one of those that steams up when you breathe.
My blood pressure is within the normal limits but when a nurse came to take it it becomes some ridiculous figure like 180/110, far higher than would be allowed for an operation under general anaesthetic. I knew this was going to happen so I kept a record over 12 days of my blood pressure readings and they were well within the normal levels.
Whilst waiting I heard some talk in the background that someone has not turned up and so the surgeon would not be able to deliver his care to people until 9 a.m. About 9:45 a senior nurse told me that the agency anaesthetist had not showed up. Everyone else was waiting to start but were of course unable to do so. At 10:30, three nurses visited me to tell me the news that I would have to get dressed and go home again and they would arrange another appointment for me. In the event this was done on the spot and I am now booked in on the afternoon of Friday 19th of August.
I assured them that I was accepting of the whole situaton and I did understand that this type of thing probably happens from time to time. They told me, au contraire, that it was a very rare event and were embarrassed to have to give me the news. I was compensated by a substantial tomato and cheese sandwich with side salad and a cup of fresh coffee.
Mercifully my condition is not life-threatening and although uncomfortable at times does not give me any pain so I was quite happy to come back – it is after all only another couple of weeks. We wandered back to the bus stop, sampling a generous supply of blackberries along the way, and went home.
A wasted day? More a different day. Nothing was lost.
Meanwhile, a harrowing series of testimonies fromthose who have suffered from the effects of the covid ‘vaccination’ When will people wake up? Probably for most when it is too late.
My car is due for an electrical service tomorrow Wednesday. Alas when I tried to start it, it did not. The odd light came on. It has been out of action since mid June. How much longer?
There are generous people around 25:49
So, our wonderful ladies have won the European football competition here in Wembley. 2-1. This is a day for celebration but also as Ian Wright (x footballer) said this should be the start of gaining more recognition for the game starting with the lower levels.
I am winding down my day as I write. My hernia operation is to take place Tuesday morning less than 48 hours away so I am being quiet. Amazing what you can find on YouTube (and distressing what you cannot). Try this for a cheer up. The Most GENEROUS Undercover bosses. After the ghastly daily events and promises of more to come this is a topic indeed.
I have been suffering from anxiety for some time, maybe because I over-fuss about the state of the world. Francoise is assisting with doing exercises. They are very simple but are very helpful for relaxation and breathing.
My car which was seen by a most helpful garage in Chippenham gives up the ghost electric-wise when it has been driving for about 20 minutes. I am seeing the local electrical wiz in whom I have put my faith. It has been four weeks since we have driven the car so in the meantime we have learned to adapt and use the buses more.
Papa’s Restaurant + walking barefoot on the beach
I have just received a wonderful video called ‘the Earthing Movie: The Remarkable Science of Grounding. It extols the benefits of walking bare footed. Running time 1:15:32
Anyway, I digress.
I cannot remember the last time I had a rock fish. I was sitting in one of Weston-super-Mare most famous fish and chip shops, how to order a large cod, when I saw the opportunity of rock and this brought back so many memories to me. The mind is an extraordinary thing. I remember the taste and feel of my previous experience and compared it with what was served. It was certainly up to the mark.
We decided that we would have a day off off. Today Saturday is the 23rd of July. I realized I needed a day away from it so we decided to travel by bus. We had no choice as my car is still in for service, We planned our route meticulously. We took the local bus 173 from Midsomer to Wells, then another bus from Wells to Weston-super-Mare. The Direct journey between the two would have taken 47 minutes by car. The journey took about two and a half hours. We were richly rewarded by the sights from the upper Deck of the double-decker buses and the difference in perspective it gives. I like looking into people’s gardens.
Weston is not the most brilliant seaside resort on the planet but I see that the Council have done their best to smarten up the town centre and the civic area with its Winter Gardens. We were blessed with fair weather. When the tide is down it is very down extending to miles of mudflats but it was half way up, covering most of the mud but allowing us to walk along the rather decent and clean sand. Following the advice of the grounding idea above we enjoyed a long stroll along the length of the beach.
The only thing I missed was a decent ice cream.
We returned via Bristol, the X1 was the bus, and took about 50 minutes. I got the time table wrong so instead of taking the 178 directly to Midsomer we went via the express bus to Bath and then onward home. A lovely day with such a bonus of not having to drive.
carless and quietist
There is a lot to be said for being quiet. I am incentivized to do this because for the third week in a row I have no car. Tomorrow my nearest garage with skilled Volvo people (Chippenham) will call me to tell me of my fate. One morning the car starts, the next morning everything is dead. I suspect the main electronic control unit. A replacement is a mere £1200 and must come from Sweden. Second hand Volvos have disappeared over the past two years. I am aware of the campaign to get rid of such monsters and replace them with hybrid or battery powered cars.
I would never have a battery car because a) to make them takes so many raw materials and energy b) when I do long runs I dont want to end up stuck c) the cost of charging is significant d) the battery is the most expensive element in a car if it goes wrong. I am being robbed blind by petrol tax but better the devil you know …..
Slight chance of subject – this is how crop circles are made (mostly Wiltshire, UK) by the Pleiadians and/or the Arcturians See the link here.
This afternoon I watched ‘the Gospel According to St Matthew’ by Pier Paolo Pasolini (1964). 2h 17m. It is shot in black and white and has very little dialogue. The characters are very believable and I found myself becoming emotional several times.
Talk of more covid lockdowns in the autumn, more variants. What happened to our immune system. Why do they tell us that vaccinations do not prevent being infected or spreading the infection, at the same time as getting us to have more jabs.
A day in boiling Bristol at the Harbour Festival
We have not been to Bristol for the best part of a year so we thought we might as well go along to an advertised festival. One of the problems with Bristol is that 5G is blasting from every point so I have come to recognize the familiar heavy sick feeling of the GHz radiation. No protecting myself from it; when I leave I need to make sure that I ground myself by walking in bare feet on the earth itself as this somehow dissipates the charge.
Bristol is very heavily woke and there are many advertising signs for black lives matter, examples of numerous black people who have changed the course of history or featured in it.
One thing I know is that I don’t like crowds. The only positive thing I can say is that no one was wearing a mask. However I did spot two people among the thousands that were there but on this boiling really hot day who wants to make their breathing more difficult.
We had the opportunity to go round a sailing ship and a steam power barge which was designed 150 years ago go. It was interesting enough but I soon became hungry so we went to the ginormous 500 seater, the Za Za buffet restaurant on the harbour front. We paid £13.95 each for an all-you-can-eat meal. We got a ticket for 1:30 pm and we were allowed to remain in the restaurant until 3:15 pm which I consider to be generous. The food was good and fresh and I went back about 6 times for refills. This is not a restaurant that you could take someone to on a first date. There are many children there. They were well behaved but noisy but we took it in the happy spirit that was meant. The music was full-on so were given a place in a corner where we could at least hear each other speak.
We were there for about 3 hours and I got rather tired walking about; Françoise has difficulty with her hip and knee and finds walking long distances difficult so that has to be accommodated. We caught the 178 bus which goes round the houses via Keynsham but lands us a couple of streets away from our home in Midsomer Norton. The bus had no air conditioning and on this hot day the top deck was like a furnace roasted by the sun. We took refuge downstairs.
I was to have had a hernia operation but it was put off because my blood pressure was too high but it has been fixed again for the 2nd of August so in this day and age this is not so bad. I have to be there at 7 a.m. On that day I’m not allowed to come home by taxi as I could faint and the taxi driver would not be able to help me.
My hitherto trusted Volvo V70 has got a fault in one of the electronic circuit boards. Because of its age in may cost a Four figure sum to replace it and very few mechanics do old cars. We took it to Bristol Volvo from our local garage who did not have the diagnostic equipment but the Bristol people could not help so we had to go back there, pick it up and drive it as best we could do a place in Chippenham about 25 miles away.
My thoughts and prayers were trusting that we would get where we needed to be and sure enough we arrived at our garage destination more by luck than judgement. There it will stay until the middle of next week when someone will pay attention to it.
It is disadvantageous to be without a car. I’m not paying 50 or 60 pounds a day to take a rental car if we can manage by buses and walking. Unfortunately, I cannot earn a living this way as we cannot carry our garden tools around on a bus but hopefully this will last only a few days and our car will be back with us safe and sound. It is a 2003 model so a part of me is accepting that we may have to buy another car car. The second hand car market has become transformed in that there are far fewer second-hand around that they are going for higher prices. I can find virtually no Volvo V70’s.
An enforced break from work
I have just returned from a pre-medical visit at the Sulis Centre, a branch of the NHS, in Peasedown here in Somerset. It was an hour’s worth of appointment and it flew by. I am having hernia operation next week and for many reasons which I assume not being sued I had to go over all my details including any past insults to the body, all medications, any allergies.
As I am to be under general Anesthetic, a particular set of rules of fitness apply.
At the meeting with the nurse, the topic of covid came up and I gave my 5-minute summary on the less well -known aspects of it i.e. the politics and corruption behind the scenes. The nurse who was from Romania was on board and felt able to express her doubts. She had to have the vaxx to keep working but I guessed from her demeanor that she had one of the placebo batches. My blood pressure was high at 206/84 so I had to promise to do readings on a daily basis on my own and report back by Friday to enable the operation to take place (due 13th July)
I since was told that this the higher reading most affected by anxiety – deep rooted or otherwise – and I can bring it down by relaxing, breathing and positive visualization. So I lay on my bed for 5 minutes, breathed in and out, and tested myself. The reading went down to 164.
This weekend I am having my beloved ZOOM / Red Pill members to a weekend with me. There will be about 10 of us. I shall be delivering a talk about how to give more effective lectures. By coincidence I found a video by Alan Watts: The Gospel According to Jesus Christ. The quality of his speaking voice makes me sentimental for the times that people spoke ‘Queen’s English’ using complete sentences instead of the procession of like- sort of – I’m er – that makes modern speech so irritating to listen to.
I love the bit where he says to speak with authority is to speak as the author and take responsibility for the content. The connection is so obvious that I never put the two together. “To be original is not to be freaky but to speak from the origins. That is what Christians mean when they say ‘ to speak in the spirit’, to have our mouth possessed by the Holy Spirit”
Wonderful stuff. And how the audience responds.
Most of my gardening jobs I quote for I get. Occasionally someone calls me and says they have got someone else. This from the timing point of view is not possible. In those cases there is another reason that they are not telling me. I never argue. Instead I congratulate them on their choice and wish them all the best.
Last weekend we went to Frome where there was a combined art trail a grand street market spanning most of the small roads that comprise the city, combined with a photographic exhibition plus musical events with local bands in the evening.
I was in paradise as I could practice my specialty, talking to and joking with complete strangers. If you are the same wavelength as the other party then it does not matter whether you know them or whether they are a complete stranger.
A brief vacation in Wales
Saundersfoot to be precise. It’s just north east of Tenby, along the south coast. My goodness what traffic jams we saw on the way down on Sunday (5th June). Miles and miles of cars and lorries on the M4. Agreed this was the last day of an extended holiday for the Queen’s Jubilee. And this phenomenon on the day that petrol (well, diesel) hit £2 per litre. One pound of that goes to the UK Government. I wonder why they are not in any hurry to address the situation.
I wrote up my hotel stay on Trip Advisor. I have written close to 2,000 reviews over the years with a two year pause for covid. Have a peep here and scroll down until you see the reviews section. We were very tired – cumulative fatigue from not having had a break for two years. Alas, we enjoyed only one night’s sleep out of five nights. We wondered if there was some sort of magnetic or electronic interference similar to the same heavy metal feeling that I experience in Bristol, where there is a lot of 5G.
Having returned home I feel that there was some healing effect though it did not seem like it at the time. I suffered bouts of stomach bloating which prevented me from having a last night of the holidays decent meal in one of the handful of hotels and restaurants open in the evening for the public. I have had to cut out alcohol, and all dairy products including cheese (strangely, goats cheese is all right).
The sound of the sea always has had a therapeutic effect on me, as does sitting in front of a live wood fire. I find the whole process of gathering wood, lighting a fire, nurturing it and letting it mature, to seeing the embers and imagining scenes a la Dante’s Inferno from within.
When I am on vacation I make a note of the tasks I need to complete when I return home. This keeps things off my mind and I can relax more. Today Saturday 11th June we went to Shepton Mallet to enjoy the annual town fayre. We visited the Aldi Supermarket on the return and I bought some walking sticks (sticks for walking, Norwegian style) which I would have found helpful on the very up and down walks along the coastal path of Pembrokeshire. It is a sort of safety thing as I am occasionally wobbly when I walk especially on damp uneven ground.
Incidentally I discover it has been government policy to close all information bureaux throughout the country. I was first aware of this possibility in Tenby where we wandered around like lst souls looking for one only to be told that it had closed two years ago.
I am writing a talk called ‘How to give better talks’. Funny – such things come into my mind from goodness knows where and I just have to write down what occurs to me. I suppose its like writing poetry or music. I am inspired and it does not take much effort to make notes.