I am looking after my friends cats this weekend. I watched a bit of telly with them tonight. Who did I see on the screen, George Clarke on Amazing Spaces. It's ten years since I met George, at the presentation of prizes for Shed of the Year. You may remember I won Best Budget Shed.
I was smitten by the gorgeous William Hardy who came to my house with the film crew. He is on this new series with George. Still got long hair and a beard, going a bit grey around the edges.
You don't walk into my house and expect ME to change the rules to suit YOU.
So why should New Zealand be any different?
You choose to come here? Then respect our laws, our values, our culture, our Christian faith and our Kiwi Way of Life.
WE WON'T CHANGE WHO WE ARE TO SUIT THOSE WHO COME HERE.
New Zealand is OUR LAND. And it's time Kiwis stood up for it!
31 OCTOBER - GET THEM OUT!
Enough is enough. It's time to take a stand against unchecked mass immigration without assimilation.
Britomart Square, Auckland
Saturday 31 October | 12PM
OUR LAND. OUR STAND.
Looking through his Faceboook page, he has a million haters of course. They smear him, use AI to alter his images, and they ridicule him. He may not be to everyone's liking, but he has a lot of supporters as well. Their political system in NZ is split right down the middle, both sides battling it out with each other, just like here and in every western world country. It's all planned of course.
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Heading for the weekend, it's raining here, but it isn't Raining on my Parade. That's a Barbara Streisland song, by the way.
Thursday morning and I start my day by watching this video. I have been following Roz and her adventures with Winston her doggie, in her mini caravan, for a long time. Now Winston is no longer with us, Roz starts a new adventure.
This is a feel good video. Watch to the end and all will be revealed. If you like Scottish scenery you will like this. Her video editing is perfect. I will definitely be watching the whole series.
I was going to write a moany post this morning, about all the aggravation I am getting from the sad and very nasty travelling troll, but I can't be bothered. When I see all the nasty comments throughout social media, other people get a lot worse.
It was a 'pass' for the car MOT test this morning. That's a relief.
I went back to Bagmoor Lane this afternoon, to pick up the second lot of leaflets which I left behind yesterday. Clambering over rocks and fallen tree branches was not easy. Those leaflets are heavy. I also bagged up two boxes of disgusting fly tipping which someone had thrown over the wall ages ago. I now need some more black bags. I found some plastic crates which needed rescuing.
I have done as much as I can down that Lane now, won't be going back for a while. Can you see the difference between my pile which I left yesterday, and how it's grown with todays pick added to it.
I am pleased with that. It will be gone by the weekend. The Council usually collects on a Friday. Me picking up those leaflets has saved them a job.
Apologies to my regular normal readers. Troll is being a pain in the arse. His head is a complete mess.
For goodness sake. JUST WALK THE DOG and take some poo bags with you. Carry the full bags until you come across a bin, make your deposit. Or take your bags home and put them in your own bin.
An app for dog walking. Don't forget to take your phone with you. Please, just enjoy the walk with your dog. Leave your screens at home.
My beautiful Ford Focus passed the MOT test by the way. It's a gudun.
Looks like North Lincolnshire Council has some money to spare. They must have got a grant for making this pedestrian area look more attractive. I'm not sure it matters what it looks like, not many people walk through it. The Town Centre is at one end, and Church Square with the Council Offices, a college building, the Arts Centre, is at the other end. They have spent money on building a new office block and cafeteria, so I suppose this new project is to get people to walk past it, and maybe stop for a meal.
We have an abundance of empty shops like most towns have. These need to be filled, to bring people back into the town. But, we have enough vape shops, barbers, nail bars, and cheap plastic import shops.
Are they going to plant a tree right in the middle of the green garden. If they are going to use real grass and real plants, I can't see that lasting very long. And where are the benches to sit down? Probably best not to have any seating. We have a lack of toilets in the Town Centre. Maybe they could let the bushes grow to a decent size which would give some shelter for those who like to squat. I can't feel optimistic about this project. Once the work has been done will anyone will look after it. We shall see. 😛
Raining this morning. Now taking the car to the garage.
I was only going to pick one bag of litter today, but things never work out just right. I headed off down Bagmoor Lane to tidy up the Car Park at the bottom end just before the Horse Riding place. There are several pull ins along the lane where people park to take their dogs a walk. I'll just stop here and see if there is any litter along the grass verges. There was. I ended up walking most of the lane with my trolley. It was nice and quiet, very little traffic. There is a farm and a chicken factory along there. Oooh look, I wanted a new set of headphones. 😁
Well blow me down, what have I found here. Two boxes of dumped advertising leaflets. Someone couldn't be bothered to walk around and stick them in peoples letter boxes. I left these behind to pick them up another time. They come from a shop in Doncaster. Technically these are fly tipped, but if I report them to the Council it will take them ages to find them so I may as well move them myself.
A bit further along the lane I came across some more leaflets. These are from a shop in Scunthorpe. I picked these up and put them in my car. To be left with my bags at my collection point.
I drove a bit further to the Car Park, and filled a second bag with litter there. Car is now full, and I need to go home. There is a football, broken plastic storage box and lid, two plastic containers, 14 glass bottles, and two nitrous oxide cannisters.
The Council cleared this area today, and now I have gone and filled it up again. 😈
Now I have to empty my car ready for the MOT test tomorrow.
I didn't feel like writing a blog post yesterday, my mind was elsewhere. Mickey cat was at the vet. I dropped him off at 8.15, had to keep busy until I went to pick him up at 4pm. I kept thinking I hope he is going to be alright.
His fur has slowly become more matted over the last year or so, and he was unable to clean himself properly. It must have been uncomfortable for him to carry around that heavy load on his back. His claws needed trimming as well. So I decided to get him sorted out. At 20 years old I was worried that he might not survive the anaesthetic. The vet warned me about that. He was not going to let them touch him without it. So I spent all day worrying about him.
This is a photo of him from August last year.
It was such a relief when I picked him up. He got through it, they had to bath him after they had removed all the excess fur, and he ate the food they gave him. So all is good. He is a new cat. I took some photo's but he wouldn't keep still, so they are a bit fuzzy.
Now he has the slender body of a young cat, his tail is skinny, and he moves around much more easily. He sleeps, eats, and has his litter box upstairs. He can go outside if he wants to, and often goes into the garden for a couple of hours late afternoons.
The cost? £440. He did have a couple of appointments for his nails to be trimmed before this, but he attempted to bite the vet, so they said they could de-mat him at the same time if they could sedate him.
I don't have pet insurance, I keep money aside for any treatments they might need. This is something people need to consider if anyone is contemplating getting a puppy or a kitten, or adopting an older pet. Throughout the animals life it could become very expensive.
Now I can relax. I have to get the car ready for it's annual MOT test tomorrow.
I took a few photo's as I was wandering around Kirton yesterday. I had a couple of hours to fill until the Exhibition closed and I could pick up my picture. First of all I called in the Charity Shop to say hello to the lady who runs it. I had met her twice before, once at a Craft Fair, and once in Lincoln town centre. I browsed the clothes rails in her shop and chose a very nice long sleeved top. Then I went back to my car to change into my walking boots.
I'm sure this building must have some history because it is on the playing field right next to the children's playground. I can't find anything about it. Looks like it is a private house now.
St Andrews Church. Locked today. I went to a Christmas Eve midnight mass here many years ago.
This house looks like no one has set foot in it for a long time. Even the path to the front door is overgrown with weeds.
Right next door is the Baptist Church. 1663 on the stone over the door.
I decided to go and take a look at the Railway Station. The last time I was there, many years ago, someone was living in it. I didn't take a photo this time. This is a photo I took in 2013. The front garden is now full of bushes and trees. You can't see much of the house now.
I was pondering which way to go next to make my way back to the town. A kindly young man asked if he could help as I studied the map. He showed me the way to a footpath which would cut a lot of road walking out. I set off across a field. As it came into Kirton it took me into a new housing estate. Some of it was finished and the houses were occupied, around the edge they were still building it. Can you see the Windmill hiding behind the trees.
There you go. The countryside views are being lost behind mountains of concrete and bricks.
I can't see any affordable homes here for first time buyers or young families. They are mainly detached and semi's.
Don't worry though, they are all being fitted with ugly heat pumps.
When I got home I made a lovely omelette. Underneath this lot is a slice of wholemeal seeded bread. I chopped up some spring onions, and added some pasta salad which needed eating up so chucked that in as well. A spoonful of beetroot chutney gave it a nice flavour.
I will just put a note in here because I am getting a bit concerned about the mental health of my troll. Their comments are becoming quite bizarre and don't make any sense. They seem to be going off the rails and heading for a breakdown. I suggest they get some help. Maybe speak to a counsellor.
This video is Dr Michael Yeadon speaking about Digital ID. He explains how it will enslave you.
"If you sign up for Digital ID, it’ll be the last truly free decision you ever make."
Dr. Michael Yeadon, a toxicologist & former Pfizer executive, issues a dire warning: Digital ID isn’t convenience—it’s control. Once adopted, governments & institutions will recognize you only through this system. You cease to exist as a person. You become a QR code—an address to resources that can be edited, restricted, or revoked at will.
Life may become a little difficult if we/you refuse to comply. I manage very well without a smartphone. I cannot scan QR codes. I don't buy online, and use cash in shops. It may be that I can't take the fastest route through life, but there is always a slower route to go around the houses. We will all arrive at the same place, but I won't sell my soul to the devil.
It will be a short one tonight, I've been nattering on the phone. I was out this afternoon at Kirton in Lindsey. It's a large village that is turning into a small town. I used to spend a lot of time there for a while, about 20+ years ago. Today I went to the Art Exhibition, and went for a walk as well. It has grown, new housing estates are springing up.
I really liked this picture so I bought it. The colours jumped out at me.
I took some photo's and will post them tomorrow. But for now, it's bed time.
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.
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.
