Saturday morning and I can see sunshine and blue skies from my window.
The weekend is looking good.
I have found more information on the NHS data base which I wrote about the other day. Daniel the Black Belt Barrister has been covering it on his channel. Listen through to the end.
Some comments. 982 so far.
Dentists have been doing this for years and how hard is it to see a dentist now on the NHS? This is a sinister move.
They are creating chaos in order to bring in digital ID. It's disgraceful
The breakdown of the social contract now includes doctor-patient confidentiality..
Simon Webb the historian on his History Debunked channel recently pointed out that last year alone (?) the NHS register swelled by over 100,000 people who where not born in this country.
Palantir has the contract for moderation of the NHS tech.
The only thing you can get an appointment for these days is vaccinations .
So that's how they are introducing digital ID then? Scan all your details into the government database or you won't get NHS treatment. That's worse than sneaky, it's downright evil
worked for the NHS from 2008-2026. Follow up waiting list cleansing was huge when I started and I highlighted it to the Consultants as they are liable for those patients. They obviously were furious. The trust had a new computer system in May 2025 and thousands of waiting lists disappeared into a black hole. Management has absolutely no idea how to find them. I still to this day don't think they've been recovered.
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Did I go back and pick the rubbish up in the woods. Yes. Bagging it up, tidying up, leaving the area clean.
All ready to walk back to my car.
I put a fresh bag in the trolley and walked up the road. The grass verges were full of bottles and cans. Another bag filled.
My previous bags have been collected. It's easy enough for the Council to stop and pick them up when they are passing.
I put a request in for more bags needed please, I am running out of them. The next day Candace sent me a message back. I've put them in the Volunteer Pod. They just appear, I don't have to pick them up from the Council Office.
I had a look for a new gilet in Go Outdoors this afternoon. Sadly, they didn't have exactly what I wanted. Everything is in black or grey. All the jackets have high collars with the zip up to the chin. And the pockets aren't big enough. I have an old body warmer which I can use, it's about 40 years old. It will do for now until I find something a bit more colourful.
I went in Morrisons because I was at that end of the town. Don't like it much in there, it's too big, and too busy. I picked up a few items with a basket. I wanted peanut butter made with 100% peanuts. I bought three jars. There were only two checkouts open all the rest were scan yourself. I stood behind someone who had filled his trolley. The lady on the till said I could move over to the scan yourself. I said, no thanks I will wait. She said they are short of staff that's why there is only two tills open. She was insistent and called a young assistant over to do the scanning for me. I agreed to that. The young lady had to go around all the self scanning tills to help other people put their shopping through. That seems daft to me, why didn't they just put her on a checkout.
Have a good weekend. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip. ilona
Going back to May 23rd 2026, I wrote a post about receiving a letter from Capita plc asking me to confirm my details with the NHS. I did not reply to this as I do not want my information put into a Capita digital data base. You can read about it here.
About a week ago I got some texts from our medical centre here asking me to contact them. I wondered why because I never hardly ever go there. I am not participating in the ongoing free jabby thing, that they keep sending me reminders for. Anyway, I walked across the road to our medical centre and spoke to a receptionist. They want to confirm my address. I did so, same address for 25 years.
The NHS has started removing patients from GP lists — and now plans to speed it up. Here’s what’s going on. 👇
6–7 million more registered patients than the Census shows. GP funding is per-patient, so NHS England is sending letters asking people to confirm their registration.
No response = flagged, then automatically removed within 3 months.
Now they want to remove reminder letters and go digital-only — risking vulnerable patients most.
If you get a letter, respond straight away.
Maybe this information will be helpful to someone else, so I am happy to pass it on. Perhaps this is a choice that I am not able to make for myself. At the moment I don't need the NHS, except for free hearing aid batteries. I must be saving them thousands of £'s. I wonder what will happen if I should fall ill. I shall try not to.
Pulling one out of the drafts folder. . I prefer to stay old school. Not joining in with this madness. Call me any names you like, I don't care.
Today I have a few jobs to do locally. I want to buy a gilet with lots of pockets because I don't like carrying a bag. Big pockets, preferably with zips, where I can keep my valuables close to me when I am out and about. Camera, phone, keys, and cash. Probably won't find one to my liking in a charity shop so I will look in Go Outdoors for this garment.
The weather has been great for walking. Yesterday I walked along a track, a walk I have done many times before. Best take my stick and a bag in case I found some litter. And I did. A pile of it, mostly half buried in the wood. I dug it out but couldn't carry it all, so left most of it behind.
I had wasted so much time gathering it all together. I knew I wouldn't have time to do the longer walk I set out to do. Best to make a detour up a very steep path to the top of the wood, coming out onto the road. Back home I emptied my carrier bag into a litter bin.
I recorded a short video. Please excuse the wind noise, I was using a different camera.
Not a good idea. They are letting more criminals in, so they should be building more prisons.
More out on the streets, more crimes will be committed. Our ridiculous Government falling in line with their masters from above. Lock your doors, don't leave your pets unattended, always look behind you when walking about. Oh lordy, it gets worse.
Bill Gates strikes again as 3D printed plant based steaks reach the shelves in US grocery stores.
Lovely just lovely
Uncle Bill will look after you just like he did during the Scamdemic he helped to create.
Now can you see how the Globalists are pushing to buy up farmland and cover it with solar and wind farms. Why they pay farmers to stop farming. Why the cost of fertilizer has risen so much that their crops will fail. Why they cover perfectly good farmland with tarmac to build little boxes to house all the invited guests. Why the cost of diesel is skyrocketing due to on going wars on the other side of the world. All connected.
If you want to put this $h1te into your mouth, then go ahead. Then see what happens when your health takes a downhill plunge and you have to ask for medical help, and it won't be there because they have decimated the NHS. Good luck with that.
Sunny start to the day. It rained overnight which was needed. I am going to finish of a litter job that I couldn't complete yesterday. Need to get my car as close as possible to the site and walk to the pile of rubbish with my trolley.
The silly troll is continuing to give me some laffs, as they, him, her, she, it, spout their crap. They are showing all the signs of derangement, where they have a desire to project their insecurities onto someone else, because they can't cope. Try this one. . . . . In your dreams, sunshine. Toodle pip. ilona
Here is a post I pulled out of the drafts folder. The photo's I took at an Art Exhibition at The Ropewalk on Saturday. Jane Walker is the artist. She uses stitching and painting in her pictures. Here is a bit of blurb about her.
Jane Walker is a Sheffield based artist who studied at the Royal Academy Schools graduating in 1990. Her artworks are influenced by cities and form abstracted urban landscapes, often drawing together painting and musical performance-based artworks.
I make 2-D art work, that relates to landscape painting. For a long while I made drawings of cities, now the work is abstract. I put structures in the surface then gradually fade them with horizontal lines. When the upright structures have become too difficult to see I put in new structures and repeat the process.
The small canvases are £80 each. I looked closely at them. They are all about stitches and texture, layered with paint. Can I make something like this. Should I try replicating her work. I neither like or dislike her pictures. My imagination has drawn a blank. The techniques she uses are interesting, that's all I can say about them.
I had a chat with a man who was also viewing this exhibition. He went to art college years ago so it was interesting to get his perspective on this.
The day went as planned. It was a warm and sunny afternoon with a slight breeze. Perfect for a walk around the Blue Lagoon Pond. There is a footpath, but I searched every nook and cranny around the waters edge for every piece of litter I might find. I found a secret bench hidden up a slope behind some bushes.
Two disposable barbeques found.
Buzz balls are difficult to pick up with the stick. What a silly idea to put a drink inside one of these.
A flower vase found in the bushes. Looks like it has been there a long time.
I only half filled the bag at the pond so I went onto the Industrial Estate to top it up. Plenty of cans here.
One bag is enough, some glass bottles were bagged separately.
Time to go home. It's starting to get dark about 7pm.
Over the last 12 months, we have occasionally had milk go missing from our early-morning nursery deliveries.
After reviewing our CCTV, we identified an individual regularly visiting at around 4am and taking milk. Initially, this was just one 4-pint bottle. We made the conscious decision to let it go — our thinking was that if somebody was taking a bottle of milk in the middle of the night, perhaps they were struggling and needed it more than we did.
Unfortunately, over time, one bottle became four, then six, and it reached the point where we needed to take action. We therefore installed a secure wooden lock box with a coded padlock for our supplier to leave our deliveries in.
This morning, our regular visitor took things a step further.
The lock box was broken into and eight 4-pint bottles of milk were taken.
While the monetary value of the milk itself isn't huge, that's really not the point. This milk is purchased for the children attending our nursery. When it is taken, we have to find replacements before breakfast and throughout the day. We now also have a damaged secure box that needs repairing or replacing.
Transport is falling apart. Drivers are refusing to go to some cities. New regulations, more intrusive cameras, no go areas which are deemed to be restricted to HGV, means that deliveries are being disrupted at an alarming rate.
Ulez, clean air rules, mean big fines which will close down haulage companies or cause them to move to out of town hubs, thus deploying smaller vans to make the actual deliveries. The Government are hell bent on pursuing the net zero scam. Many supermarkets were built with a minimum stockroom area, and rely on just in time deliveries. Now they need to reverse this, to ensure adequate stock levels for their customers.
I'll add a note here. About halfway through my driving career, I decided I would never take another job which required me to go to London. It was always my worst nightmare, and still is. Leicester Heavy Haulage took me there several times, delivering huge concrete sections for the new build office blocks. I was very brave then. Driving down the M1 and parking up at Scratchwood Services overnight, for a 4am start in the morning down to the centre to miss the rush hour. When I left LHH I decided no more London.
I was sad when I stopped work, but it had to happen because I wasn't enjoying it. I knew then that transport was on the decline. I had had the best times, 70's, 80's, and 90's. It had given me a decent standard of living, despite many drivers saying the wages were poor. I was happy with my lot, and after careful planning of my finances I am in a good place now.
But times are getting harder for transport companies to survive the onslaught of all the new regulations being thrown at them. Like everything else that is going on, the Government are on a mission to destroy the infrastructure of the UK.
Tuesday morning. I am going to the Post Office, then having breakfast, then doing a bit in the garden, then having lunch, then I will go and walk a circuit of the pond with my trolley, and pick up the litter around the waters edge.
They break in to steal money and wreck the place whilst doing so. This is why shops are going cashless. It must be heartbreaking for the owners to find all their hard work trashed. I hesitate to use the word scum, but these feral youths are just that. Scum. ilona
It is with great sadness to post this after all the hard work that goes into running our farm and little shop, but due to a couple of delights ram raiding it last night to remove an un-used empty safe since going cashless and causing extensive damage beyond repair, our shop will be closed until further notice.
I really should take more notice when I am dashing around a supermarket and throwing things in my trolley. A quick whip round the small Tesco at Barton on Saturday for just a few items to see me through, was all I went in for. I am sort of familiar with this store, so this should be easy and only take ten minutes.
You may have noticed that my choice of quiche was not what I normally buy from Aldi. Notice the word 'bacon'. Oh well never mind. Maybe I can pick out all the dead animal pieces and eat the rest.
I cut a slice for my dinner last night, and started poking it around with a knife and fork to separate what I could eat, and discard the flesh. I nibbled the pastry, it was like a lump of tasteless hard rock. With a feeling sick moment, I gave up, and opted for an egg on toast with grated cheese on top.
This morning my garden birds are having a feast. The fat pigeons will be getting even fatter.
I organise my jobs in and around the house to give me time to go out in the afternoon to do some litter picking. Today I went back to Foxhills Industrial Estate to check round four locations where I thought there might be enough rubbish to fill a bag or two. Groups of friends meet up here in the evening and sit on the concrete beam. There are always drinks cans here.
At the end of the path I carried on across the road to this alleyway. My second bag is now full.
At this point I turned round and went back. That's enough for one session.
Jack Wills seems to have had an explosion. He filled his pants. Oh how disgusting. The pants went in the bag, I left the tissues behind.
It is surprising how many small bottles of vodka I find. Seems a lot of people are secret drinkers.
Two bags added to the two I left on Friday, plus the glass bagged separately. Just as I was dropping them off a police car pulled up behind mine. The young police woman thought I was a fly tipper. 😁😄😂That's why I am now putting labels on my bags.
Believe it or not, he has a point. He is joining the dots.
I am seeing more short videos of this ilk appearing on Faceboook now. Content creators are leaving yoootooob, because they are censoring more videos. Yoootooob are taking down videos posted several years ago, those posting them are losing out on revenue, so they are jumping ship.
Come in to my Echo Chamber. I sometimes copy and paste good news and bad news. You may respond with a comment. I may or may not publish it.
Sweet seventeen and never been kissed
Publicity shots in France with Sir Alistair Morton on the Eurostar.
Time for a break in my truck
Guided tour of Barcelona Football Stadium
My 60th Birthday showing my first bus pass
Makeover for Chat Magazine
Trying out some roller blades I bought from a car boot sale
A walk over the Humber Bridge
Late evening charity walk for a Hospice.
Who am I ?
A retired lorry driver who is trying to keep my life normal, while those all around me are losing their minds. This is my diary. What I do and what I think about. You are welcome to read it. Toodle pip.