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                  It was the last night of my four night visit to Rome. I'd walked myself to the verge of exhaustion again and was having a final cup of tea in the bar/restaurant next to my hotel. Some new brick paving was being laid on the street and the bar was struggling to keep down the dust, even after the builders had finished for the day and the air conditioner was doing it's best to pump out some cool, moist air onto the tables and customers sitting outside with food and drinks. Emerging from the haze of cold air combined with concrete dust, was a woman, glasses hanging lopsidedly from their cord around her neck, speaking a combination of English and Italian, from which we customers understood that she had something annoying in her eye.  She lurched across to my table and asked if she could "leave this here a moment" , laying down an A4 notebook, whilst squinting and protesting about the "something" in her eye as s...

The Sacred Cure: The Final Revelation of Truth, Healing, and the Vaccine Deception PART I  THE GLOBAL LIE  The Silent Weapon: How Vaccines Became the New Battlefield The origins of inoculation. The early colonial experiments. The dark roots of “public health."  Manufactured Consent: The Psychological Blueprint of Medical Control Edward Bernays and the art of mass manipulation. Media programming, school indoctrination, and behavioral engineering. Injected Betrayal: A Timeline of Vaccine Atrocities A century of failed vaccines. The polio cover-up. The HPV sterilization campaign.  COVID-19: The final dagger.  The FDA, CDC, WHO & NIH: Agents of Disease, Not Health A breakdown of institutional corruption. How regulatory bodies are captured. Paper trails, whistleblowers, and internal memos.  Bill Gates, DARPA, and The Techno-Biological Takeover The rise of the bio-eugenics elite. Funding trails from vaccines to depopulation. The Gates Foundation’s hidden hand...

Dear Jake Richards, I am among many constituents who have signed a petition to cease and desist from undemocratically imposing Digital ID (Britcard) on British Citizens. My passport is my identity and is safe under lock and key. It won't disappear when the battery runs out on my phone or when electricity goes down, or when the signal is poor. The same with my driver's license. I can prove my identity with my British Passport and therefore confirm my National Insurance number. In every job I have had I have proved my identity in person to my bank. The bank should not require any further identity and certainly not Digital Identity. The same goes for my Driving License. I totally reject any need for a paperless, easily hacked digital identity. My bank account, purchasing records or my medical details are not for state consumption which have nothing to do with any state official. Not a single person on this planet should have power over my privacy.  My life is my own and I will not...

  An online friend has blogged about changing the coffee that she usually drinks and the place that she drinks it.  She feels like she has been cheated ( auntagnes.wordpress.com) Good luck to her, I say. Change the place you drink your coffee every day and tell me when you find somewhere that serves coffee - just that, plain and simple coffee.  I  know I'm speaking in the vein of the "grumpy old women" here but it is a fact of life that you can not go into a cafe these days, ask for a cup of coffee and get it without a barrage of questions about the type you want. I can handle Cappucino and Espresso and Latte. I think I even know what an Americano is.  But when they start on Doppio and Macchiato and Frappe then my mind wanders.  They even seem to have little biscuits that go with the coffee that you are having. They ought to have a list of what goes with what because I like those stick ones with the chocolate inside but am not so keen on the wafery ones....

  Seasons of the Sea   Springtime found me by your shores in the stubbly marram grass. I picked cowslips, ladies’ fingers and clover, holding the stems so tightly that the sap oozed from the stems leaving my hands wet and sticky. The sound of your waves lapping on the beach, close and comforting,helping me in my task. The deserted stretch of cliff top pasture above gives refuge to the thousands of sea birds homing here. When Summer came, it brought with it the invasion of fair weather trippers with their swarms of children making incessant noise. I resented their intrusion and scorned their excitement as they ran to your water’s edge, screaming as you touched them if they dared to venture too near. I kept to the secret places – the caves and niches which were ours alone and waited for the twilight to have you to myself. Then, I could be engulfed by your swell and float, undisturbed, in and out of the rocks.   As the weather changed and Autumn’s chill kept visi...

"I don't really ask for much. I don't dream of big changes in my life or crave for anything extra. To sit with myself and feel thankful for what I have, for the peace that's slowly finding its place in my heart.  I used to feel restless, in m any ways wanting more and trying to fix things in my life. But lately I've realized that peace doesn't come from having everything, it comes from accepting what you already have and making the most of  it " Not my own words, but the words of Sthitipragyan  Mohanty, who I came across online this morning.  I don't have any info on the writer but found that this resonated with me today, as much as any day.  No particular reason or no more than any other day when I feel the need to write down my own thoughts - for no particular reason. Anyway, last night was my youngest grandchild's "Prom" - the event that celebrates the year elevens, some who are leaving school to work, some to go on into the sixth form...