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UBUNTU I am because of who we all are.
Supporting the 2012 Olympic Legacy—I WILL be positive and endeavour to maintain the Olympians' love of life and its challenges
MALALA—a statement of the failure of religion:
religion that fails to pro-actively promote the absolute equality of male and female is fundamentally immoral and unfit for decent society.
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:26-28)
Diversity within unity and change over time is the reality of Creation. Peter Such, poet and writer (1943–)
Neither praise nor shoot the messenger: the message is all.

Peter Such

Peter Such

A view of Great Berkhamsted from Cooper's fields. 

Peter Such lives in Great Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, England.
Formerly working in printing and publishing Peter Such is currently an occasional writer on diverse issues, as the mood takes him.
He has regularly put his views to the test of public opinion, which is how he twice ended up as mayor of his home town.
 He also stood for The Referendum Party in the UK General Election of 1997.
Also on Twitter as Peewit2 (he doesn't take it seriously) and on Facebook as himself (Peter.Such.5)


TUESDAY 18th APRIL 2017 [noon]

APRIL 2017


It was Labour and the Lib/Dems tinghat denied us the political vote that turned commercial agreements on trade into political authoritarian diktat. As Churchill said "Trust the British people". Labour refused to do so and the Tories took too long to get round to doing so. Neither presented a competent argument.
We would have had a perfectly harmonious relationship with the EU had France not panicked over the greater empire and commonwealth that we created, for which reason they denied us earlier entry and ensured the rationality and logic we would have brought was exNighycluded from the EU's basic structure, leading them away from proper objectives.

TUESDAY 18th APRIL 2017 [morning]
I earlier reported my disquiet that Theresa May had baulked at the Chancellor's intention to make realistic changes in tax relations with the self-employed. Now she is showing her mettle. The idea that we should have a second referendum on Brexit was always nonsense but of course, that is exactly what we are seeing, in effect, a typical British response to an impossible situation. My criticism was failure to manage, failure to respond to a fluid situation. Circumstances had changed and we were suffering from Cameron's insanity at declaring no increase in taxes. He simply did not understand the needs of basic management.
     May is showing her understanding of management. It is a pity we are losing the rationality of boundary review that was so appallingly out of date but there is a logic in international affairs on the continent for a confirmation of government. Where is the opposition, small "o"? The LibDems still trying to sell their dream of "dear EU, please walk all over us"; the SNP, preoccupied with their self-aggrandisement "we will run Scotland independently", how may the Brexiteers and the UK remainers in Scotland change the SNP numbers out of fear of the SNP's unilateral determination to be independent?
     As for Labour, Corbyn, in principle was going to vote with the Tories relying on mellowing rather than dumbfounding and Northern Ireland has its own problems. However, many a slip 'twixt cup and lip, much can happen in six weeks but in principle we have sound management back on the table.

Wonderful debate about a girl and a bull beautifully outlined at: Needs serious consideration. I think they both compliment each other. The collective unintended whole is magnificent.

MONDAY 17th APRIL 2017 [morning]
A quicky as I have just discovered I did not post earlier. "The Roman Catholic church never could cope with anyone who thinks for themselves and the English can never cope with contrary opinions to theirs."
     Interesting from The New Yorker today: "The return to experience is a way to describe what you get in return for aging. It describes the increase in wages that workers normally see throughout their careers. The return to experience tends to be higher for more skilled jobs: a doctor might expect the line between what she earns in her first year and what she earns in her fifties to rise in a satisfyingly steady upward trajectory; a coal miner might find it depressingly flat. But even workers with less education and skills grow more efficient the longer they hold a job, and so paying them more makes sense. Unions, in arguing for pay that rises with seniority, invoke a belief in the return to experience. It comes close to measuring what we might otherwise call wisdom." […/the-despair-of-learning-that-exp…]

SATURDAY 15th APRIL 2017 [morning]
From my Facebook page this morning. Good morning world. Just a passing thought, as I mess around with old-fashioned things called "bits of paper". It is coincidence that it is Easter, for which they still have not got round to fixing a date, other than the perambulations of the moon. [Methods for calculating Easter are fiendishly complicated, in a uniquely baffling synthesis of mathematics, astronomy and theology. Because Christians believe that Jesus was crucified during the Jewish Passover festival, Easter is marked around that time.]
     First, several Christian factions since the second century have fixed their own dates, so nothing is really stopping the CofE from making an executive decision and simply getting on with it. Parliament has already made provision.
     This, the third weekend in April would be just fine, the second weekend being more vulnerable to bad weather and March simply ridiculous. The Act already exists, passed by parliament [3rd August 1928]... the Church of England actually "with it" as early as that! Extraordinary. Why then so much hassle over women priests and those who choose their own sexuality and why on earth was the church not fully supportive of the suffragette movement, if it has the capacity to be that far forward in its thinking?
     The Rt Rev Nicholas Holtam, Bishop of Salisbury complained the move would detach Christianity from its Jewish roots—therein lies the answer. I have previously written that the Old Testament could be forgotten [it is basically Jewish history but contains a few pieces still of Christian relevance, vaguely]. All that Christianity really needs is the New Testament but with the incorporation of the Apocrypha.
     This leads neatly into Welby's complaint about the National Trust and Cadbury dropping "Easter" as an adjective for bunnies and eggs and "hunt for". Why? All this persistence in backward thinking. All three entities are commercial: the CofE needs funds and needs to reach out to a wider audience; Cadbury may have a Christian/Quaker background but needs sales; so too, the National Trust. Non Christian foreigners seem to harbour a bizarre attitude that the Christian cross is something to panic over and these are the entities that presume to undervalue women out of irrational fears of their own male inadequacies. Live to the times.

THURSDAY 13th APRIL 2017 [morning]
As I started getting myself together for the day ahead the news item that was being broadcast was of a young man touring schools to tell pupils about the dangers of playing on the railway. While I obviously applaud such efforts, especially by someone illustrating the damage to his life caused by such reckless behaviour, I was astounded to find three serious delays, to different railways in this country due to trespassing, shown on the static news channel. The arrogance/stupidity with which people are so deliberately wilful as to cause travel distress to so many, so cavalierly is astounding. Where is the failure? First of all parents, backed up by schools. Is our standard of education so appalling we are no longer teaching basic life skills?
     Is this why so many are failing at the top? Look at Cameron. He simply does not have any understanding of basic business which apparently is why the Tory manifesto said it would not put up taxes. Utterly irresponsible. You do not restrict your opportunity to meet an unknown in a future that is obviously going to be variable: FAM—Flexibility, Adaptability, Malleability!
     Cameron further showed his inadequacy, not just in the way he handled the referendum but in the revelation he actually thought the country would vote differently. How can a leader be so out of touch with the mood of the country he was leading?
     I am personally convinced this deterioration runs parallel with the insidiousness with which the EU has been allowed to infiltrate our thinking. It is obvious even to the political giants of both parties, who claimed to support it did so only for personal progression within their parties, not because they believed it was rational for the country. If they did believe in it, why did they not sell it, by putting the referendum to the country right from start? Because they knew it was unsalable! So they let it creep in at the tremendous cost unnecessarily spent to prove it was of no value. Now, we realise the real cost of the money contributed to EU parasites, whose sole role is to get in everyone else's way. People who are actually making a contribution to society, people bearing the wilful misery thrust upon them whom we all need for our basic sanity: health workers, medical and social workers.
     Hopefully, the mere vote of their preparedness to go on strike will wake up this government to realise its damned fool stupidity in having Cameron who boxed in himself and Theresa May, so she considered she was unable to perform rationally and let the Chancellor put up the necessary taxes. Failure in our NHS and social services is entirely due to the EU and May is quite right in saying "out with nothing" is better than "any deal at any price". The sooner it happens and we once again implement sound management the better.
     Regarding education I am not so sure grammar specialisation is the right answer. All education should be at grammar level of attention and spend. Perhaps then we would have fewer fools walking on railways holding everyone up who is trying to get something done.
      Bill Nighy was interviewed in today's The Guardian and the summation mentions his talking about death. A somewhat pointless summary. He only mentions death but doesn't actually talk about it. What are his views? With the latest attempt to get the high court to tell parliament it needs to review the law currently following procedures one would have expected the interviewer to draw him out but he didn't! Talking about death is not talking about anything. What are his views on the process and afterwards? What is death? Does it exist? An opportunity blown and this is a Guardian writer.

WEDNESDAY 12th APRIL 2017 [noon]
Panicked myself last night, checking tablet need and found I had run out of a particularly critical tablet. Digital system implied I had ordered, had I lost or simply forgot to collect? A phone call this morning assured me it was sitting at the chemist waiting for me. I must have had a couple of shopping diversions to cause me to forget. All beaming in Acorn, "Sorry to be a nuisance on the 'phone", "No problem, have a nice Easter." Then to Boots opticians, new glasses were in. Fitted beautifully, getting used to the change. Shopping. Had decided only to walk down and now feeling exhausted but there was a certain sense of triumph at my wilfulness but 2.13km is only 1.3 miles. Nothing to talk about but my valley view, as I type, is a myriad of hues of light green to my furthest hill, all bathed in a mountain clear air in which everything stands out clearly—or could my new glasses have something to do with that?

TUESDAY 11th APRIL 2017 [pm]
Mine, today, as is so often the case, is health but having cause (and therefore the good fortune [NHS hurrah!]) to visit several hospitals for consultant check ups I am one of the least bothersome. I also gain too clear an idea of how I might end up, which is worrisome. So, best foot forward and make the most I can of the time I have left. Regretfully this means a day totally washed out through complete fatigue. All I can do is bear the time wasted with as full a grace as I may but then, there is only me to take it out on!

MONDAY 10th APRIL 2017 [noon]
Today's New York Times article 'New York Today' previously asked New Yorkers on this Passover to reimagine those traditional plagues and tell us what modern evils are relevant to their lives in 2017. One response was “Darkness, the ninth plague, continues to envelop us,” said Yona Shem-Tov, a Jewish communal leader in New York City, comparing darkness to modern misperceptions that obscure our view of people different from us.
     I came across that article while pondering the UK news, which was all about PC Keith Palmer's funeral. I have always had members of the police force in my family, in several ranks through time of service, in several divisions and specialities. Obviously one thinks of family, what the Palmer family is going through and how suddenly such a tragedy could affect my own relatives. For the Palmer's particularly this has become something of a public event. Rightly, the service will be private but even then, a private matter handled in a cathedral is a daunting prospect. The public aspect of the journey from a "lying in state" is of course privately daunting but an essential aspect, illustrating clearly that we are all involved.
      Hence my quoting Yona Shem-To. It is not that we are all in darkness but that so many are not aware of the difference: they are not aware there is any lght at all, let alone how to seek it

MONDAY 10th APRIL 2017 [midmorning]
From tdody's The Guardian "The calm and the storm The image of a young woman smiling unfazed at an angry English Defence League protester during a rally has become a symbol of Birmingham’s rejection of the far right. The photograph, taken on Saturday, has since been shared thousands of times online. The woman, identified as Saffiyah Khan, told the BBC she had stepped forward to defend a friend who had been surrounded by a group of men. “I don’t like seeing people getting ganged up on in my town,” Khan said.
      The collective background is again the failure of politicians to understand basic management. Failing to plan ahead, Cameron restricted the Conservatives to not increasing taxes. Of course they have to go up! This is the same fool who failed to present the Brexit argument competently and failed to plan appropriately for which ever result because he was so out of touch with his own country he was suppossed to be leading! Theresa May then failed to stand up and be counted on the basis of rational objectivity. The Chancellor adjusted taxes as far as he could, pushing a point on rational argument and the PM failed to back him. It is nothing to do with politics but that politicians simply do not understand basic management.

SATURDAY 8th APRIL 2017 [morning]
On Facebook this morning I posted: "For some reason the Guardian page is whirling away and inaccessible. The comment I would have made on that page was headed. '"The driver of a hijacked beer delivery truck that careered into crowds on Stockholm’s largest shopping street, killing four and injuring many more, is believed to have been arrested on suspicion of a terrorist crime."
      Is that not a statement that we are all potentially liable and accountable? How was the truck hi-jacked? Presumably through the carelessness of the lawful driver failing to take due care that such a thing could not happen." We are all liable to be equally guilty, even with the family car!!!!!

FRIDAY 7th APRIL 2017 [evening]
"I am in one of my mixed moods" is how I started Wednesday's discourse. Two days later my mood remains unchanged, a continuous contradiction throughout my life. In that, I suppose, lies some consistency. Given pause just to think and my mind flits from this to that. I am the traveller down the road less travelled, although I do enjoy preplanning routes down which I often never follow, something attracts the attention and I deviate.
     Where am I? Nearer to the departure lounge than I would like but still roaming the concourse of diverse opportunity. I took the car in for a wash, apparently signs of the selling garage's final polish were still in evidence. It has not yet clocked up 1,000 miles but outings are intended. Spring is here and I am horrified to find we are already one week into completing the first third of the year. For now the best half of the year is ahead, arguably three-quarters still to go. I have been busy, but functionality is reduced due to health slow ups, so not as much achievement as I would have liked; still too much to do which should already have been done.
     There are four things of which to take stock: has enough been done to justify my existence in this plane; what must and should be completed while there is still opportunity; how much insight and understanding has been gained; are plans for my departure as neat and tidy for whomsoever as I can make them?
     Suddenly I approximate to Eliot's mind-set, as in 'Burnt Norton' (Four Quartets), if one can fathom what that mind-set was, it was not a poem of the moment but was written over several years. My own verse autobiography was started around thirteen but ended when Betjeman produced Summoned by Bells from which point on there seemed no point in continuing. The title of my Somewhere a Beginning, remains apposite and it is around somewhere, as was the blinking lights notice [see a little further on].
     Therein, as with Eliot, that mix of time—he too a mix of contradictions—is that why I feel such affinity? The sun shining as it has for a few million years; the tow path along the canal dry and hard, already showing signs of wear since last renovated, an initiative from my time on the council, as the child park on the other side and the establishment of the refuge for young people and victims of home abuse in the centre of the town. It is now twenty years or so since I was on the council and Town Mayor and mementos indirectly record the fact. A deviation from the "expected line" of my life. We were all independents and decided the town needed a kick up the bum... and the town agreed! So we did just that! Fun, exciting years a worthwhile diversion, not just for the experience but for the way of thinking and other aspects that followed on gaining from that experience.
     So I walked into my hairdresser but she was not there. "Just popped out..." "I'll wait." Then I thought, "I'm sitting here opposite my solicitor, I'll drop over for a chat." He wasn't with a client but was suffering from a cold, which was why he still had his coat on! It was an interesting conversation. It turned out he too was a Brexiteer and gathering work due to so many solicitors bogged down by EU rules and regulations and saying to clients, "I'm sorry, we don't know any specialists to meet your needs." So they come to him, now retired but capable of doing the ground work to get the currently qualified licenced ones to check and sign! He was finding HMRC far more helpful as a retired solicitor than they had been when he was maintaining his licence to practice. In fact he was so highly regarded he had been elected by his fellows to be a permanent establishment figure at their formal area update sessions, so he still more or less kept his hand in and up-to-date.
     I advised him that I had experienced chaos from HMRC, which I described to him (details not relevant here) and had called in my accountant to sort out. He not only sorted out but pointed out they owed me five times as much as they were "out of the blue" charging me plus excessive penalties, none of which were remotely justified! He too had retired, retaining just a few private clients and only the previous night had dropped into me for some paperwork signing. So much for professionals and current state of civil service competence.
     I realised it was time to see my hairdresser so, having found out when he normally organised morning coffee and ensuring I had his telephone number so as to order in advance, I left him. My hairdresser had arrived and was busy with a client. I prefer a woman. She is an attractive, happily married mother of two college age children.. and owns the place. It turned out she knew my solicitor likewise, both as a friend and for business reasons.
     I returned along the tow path and debated a sandwich at home or revel in a lunch out on my way to the garage. I usually lunch light, so there seemed no benefit in using a restaurant and having had a light snooze (a seemingly increasing habit which I find somewhat disturbing) drove off to try out a new option I had discovered on the web. It is a family owned and managed garage of which the daughter of the founder is the current MD. It is a garage that has moved with the times and was a pleasant place to sit down with a coffee, although their magazine selection was not to my taste and there was no daily paper, unlike my own garage in Aylesbury which has a range of papers but does not provide a "wash and brush" service. In any case that would have added a further 30 miles round trip. I picked up some useful tips on car maintenance, the valet having previously worked for a Toyota show room.
     Sitting there, I mused over the past history of the site and on the nature of changes in the car industry, the sort of cars and how they had changed. That led to thoughts on family and the cars various members had owned and their circumstances at the time... and memories of relatives no longer with us. The car returned as freshly gleaming as when I drove it out of the garage last October. I decline anything further than a simple wash down but I have their details and have every intention of making my next visit somewhat more thorough.
     I decided to take the back roads. Being in Tring opened a kaleidoscope of memories. It was one of my "different existences". Tring, meant Pendley Manor; country estates; horses; open air Shakespeare on vast stages on which horses and carriages might perform; complete freedom and I suddenly realised I was living the film The Go-Between, the 1971 version with Julie Christie, Alan Bates and Edward Fox. I had not read the book but when I saw the film I thought I had been living that life and saw myself now as the 2015 film version is described: "An elderly man pieces together his childhood memories after finding his diary from 1900, which he wrote when he was 13 years old."
     It could have been filmed at Pendley in the days when I first knew it. I suddenly saw myself as the biographer and that was really where I was in my own life, the hazy days of summer, closing into a gentle night and whom would I meet in my sleep, a gentle sleep of contentment or nightmares of time undone?
      So, I ended up at Ashridge, parked and wandered. Remembered my wanderings as a child, with family; my long time passed aunt, far too early in her life, now re-awakened in memory for other reasons. Sitting with my father as he too reviewed his life; his courting of my mother; then he had sat with me as he relived his memories, the same countryside, the same outside world but living their time before my time.
      Yet the scenery is the same, only the seat has changed. I sit too, now alone but his presence as real to me now as it had been then. I am a loner and although married, his wife outliving him for several years, I understand Eliot in his Four Quartets, empathise with that concept "Time present and time past/ Are both perhaps present in time future,/ And time future contained in time past./If all time is eternally present... ".
     "If" and therefore "why"? What is the question? It is the same question in different guises, continually asked but seemingly never answered. So, musing in the setting sun, crossing countryside where I had walked throughout my life, through different periods of the outer world; the peace; the gentle noise of evening birds, settling down off the wing; the sinking sun and an increasing chill...
     Back home I picked up where I had left off and posted on Facebook for starting today but, like so much of me, it really did not go quite to plan.
      "Yesterday was a very full day, so full as to have no time for notes. Today is catching up day. For now, sharing a discovery. If not showing due to technical problems then
1373467106025273&set=a.443898115648848.101547.100000859891363&type=3&theater is the Facebook entry.

     A college friend's Notice goes back to my college days when I had an 8¼" reel to reel and a complex "studio" of my own devising. It was a college friend who introduced me to separate Wearite decks, used by Ferrograph and Vortexion, that then were mono only.
      I could not then keep up financially with technological developments, such as "shatteringly realistic" stereophonic recording etc, so I came down to ¼" tape 4 track stereo Brenell (2 tracks one way and 2 in the reverse direction), capable of 1 7/8ths (o.k. for speech with good microphones), 3¾", 7½" speeds but only capable of 7" spools. My 8¼" spooled Wearite decks were capable of 3¾", 7½" and 15" speeds. I have always tried to stay as close to professional standards as possible even when working as only a keen amateur. My deck was set up with a turntable and amplifier with a light control panel so I at least looked as if I knew what I was doing. Hence the notice my friend donated to me, painstakingly made letter for letter in Letraset (who remembers that name?) whose set up in his bedroom was far more elaborate than mine but without the blinking lights which again I have just discovered!
     So, memories become real, are relived, merge into one another and therefore, precisely where is time? As to Home and Colonial, there was a store here in Berkhamsted and the writing for it remains on the upper part of a free standing outside wall. The building next door being one floor lower. The home market and overseas: the world has always been Berkhamsted's oyster. The home of Cooper McDougall and Robertson, an international company started in the town by a veterinary surgeon whose switchboard at one time was larger than the town's because of the diversity of international calls.
      Originally Cooper's was the third telephone in the town. I think the police station was the first. The Cooper number changed from 3 to 33 to 333 to 3333, then electronic codes came in. Later the company was acquired by The Wellcome Foundation, the commercial operating arm of The Wellcome Trust, now one of the largest charities for medical research in the world. Its offices are located opposite Euston station. Small town, large world: they are compatible, great things from small localities. It is what the UK is all about. No vast armies of paper pushers making rules: just homely people doing a day's work and making a difference to everyday living.
     A good note on which to end today's experience.

WEDNESDAY 5th APRIL 2017 [after-noon]
"I am in one of my mixed moods" is how I started this morning [below]. Lunch time over-ruled intended development but the theme continued in my head as I realised BBC was broadcasting the Westminster Abbey service. A multifaith service echoing my earlier thinking here, diversity of religious opinion. Then I do a quick update with Facebook and discover an article from The Guardian "'Identity is more complex today than it has ever been', says Randeep Ramesh. He argues that with class lines blurring, and factors like race, gender and sexuality coming to the fore, political methods are shifting. 'This', he says, 'has led mainstream parties to the extremes of public debate'". He then presents a video, too long for my need to eye scan which I can do faster and time is of the essence to me.
     None the less, it seems I am again in line with other thinkers. Nice to know. I am not deliberately confrontational, I just am... periodically!
     Potentially contradicting myself, I look at Daesh. Cameron tried using this name for anything related to non educated Islamic pretensions. According to The Loop, an Arabic newspaper, the insult is that it represents an acronym and acronyms are rarely used in Latin-Arabic languages, as in those languages using only the Latin alphabet. This raises the question, are we actually being as insulting as we think we are and is it worth the effort?
     In her article Alice Guthrie [an Arabic-English translator] offers this simplicity: "The main misapprehensions about the word currently circulating in our media boil down to the following list:

  • That daesh is an Arabic word in its own right (rather than an acronym) meaning ‘a group of bigots who impose their will on others’
  • That it can be ‘differently conjugated’ to mean either the phrase above or ‘to trample and crush’
  • That one of the words in the acronym also means ‘to trample or crush’
  • That it is an insult or swearword in its own right
  • That is has different meanings in the plural form

Clearly no journalist or researcher has accessed an Arabic/English dictionary (there are many freely searchable online) nor – even easier – contacted an arabophone, to check their basic facts. Read around a bit, across several UK and US broadsheets, and you will quickly spot the same misinformation being repeated almost word for word:"
     My English-Arabic dictionary is only a "concise" Oxford and I have forgotten the phonetics to look up the Arabic in my fuller Arabic-English dictionary. My knowledge of Arabic stems from practical need as a printer, talking with foreign-language typesetters, not as a linguist.

WEDNESDAY 5th APRIL 2017 [morning]
I am in one of my mixed moods, primarily due to complex biochemistry that is still going through a "give this a try" phase. Some aspects are better, others different but arguably not better, so one ploughs on.
     I have diverse thoughts, come to think of it, what is new? Therein lies a purpose, seeking knowledge. Aspects of "getting through" life change through time. What is "free will"? What are its boundaries? Enforced? By the collective whole of society, assuming one wishes to remain within the bounds decreed at birth. Therein lies the parental/family indoctrination which determines the sort of education, if education at all.
      Too often "education" is merely "indoctrination" by people panicked at the idea of original thought. I am one of those who floats through life. Does that mean I am simply pushed from pillar to post, or simply that my mind has not yet found a home? Physically I have always known a home, several different places, yet each one a familiar home. So the concept "home" is not a physical place, it is relationships. I use the plural for I have felt as much at home with different groups of people doing different things as with near and distant family relationships. Is it that I received an education, not an indoctrination but is over-familiarity with an established routine not a form of indoctrination?
     Death seems all around us. Is there death? What is death? I have recently lost a family member and a life-long friend. The friend is closer to me than the family member but the family effect is deeper and more wide-ranging in both families, for similar but different reasons—second marriages through death of the original partner: changes in relationships, experience of those changes through different ages (children) at the time and subsequently the result of subsequent life experiences.
     What then of the first partner? Since spirituality is merely a change in practical circumstance, how will the relationship work out? Did the second partner accept the reality of the first and encompass their reality in forging the new reality as a joint partnership, or cast the first partner aside with their new, dominant ego?
     In thinking through this complexity of relationships in the spirit world I pondered on why I accepted spirituality as a fact. The answer is too complex here. Simply, I am of a CofE family, yet went to a Roman Catholic convent initially, for reasons of practicality. Only later, as I entered my "reasoning" period of childhood did I realise the subtle pressures of Roman Catholicism, countered by my family's subtlety expressed views, designed to over-ride such influences. I learned from an early age always to question source and circumstance. That could explain why I was always considered to be a "difficult" child. I don't think I have changed... I hope not!
     This may well have contributed to why I have experience of diverse religions, through personal relationships, where I have chosen to join in as part of social interaction with family and friends—and there is diverse religious opinion across my extended family. It is through these two deaths that I have pondered their arrival in the spirit plane.
      From the family side it is Free church practicality, "she has gone ahead of us... those already there are in for a shock". The friend was in America and like/with him, we explored much formally and informally. His first wife had a management degree then took a divinity degree before closing her life, due to cancer, as priest emeritus of her own church and author of two volumes of spiritual writings that sold very well.
     Between us we explored the practicalities of spiritualism through which of course is the philosophy of Descartes' mind-body dualism, non dualism, the Upanishads, Zen etc. They ended up formally (as much as for their child as anything else) with the Unitarian Universalist church, centred on Boston, Massachusetts.
     Boston has a deep history in forward religious thinking. It was the breeding ground for Transcendentalism, a reaction to the views of spiritualists which included respect for the Upanishads, the central philosophical concepts of Hinduism, leading to non-creedal concepts, including Humanism, pantheism, and the philosophies of other world religions. the Unitarian Universalist church is something of a hotchpotch, formally referred to as 'syncretistic' but with liberal leanings. To sum me up in a word I suppose 'syncretistic' would suffice but preferably in conjunction with 'eclectic'.

MONDAY 3rd APRIL 2017 [morning]
It is a mixed morning, crowded with diversity. Is it hay fever or dust? Only a news cast makes me think of hay fever so early in the year, otherwise I would have thought only of dust. The reason, a clear out, part of an extended spring clean. Do I mean extended or extensive: I mean both! On the grass outside my window is a top mattress from a double bed with two halves of the bottom bit. Under the council's minimum charging policy they count as two pieces but I have no third item. All would have gone for "free" if the town's central dump had been operating when my brother-in-law had a large hire car available, so we had to off load and bring them back. I deposited them on the lawn last night in the dark having previously warned my downstairs neighbours of my intent and that the council was aware. Incredibly, as I write they turn up, not with the small flat truck I had expected but the vast monolith that makes the weekly collection. Minced and annihilated in a moment.
     Last week I had cause to ponder a family demise, considering it affected three current generations across a diversity of family relationships, all with their individual viewpoints. It has caused much pondering and the need to consider other people's viewpoints and therefore the nature of their emotions, particularly when there is accumulated diversity of belief. "Least said, soonest mended" but silence has to be considered an active option, for through it implications are assumed and presumptions accepted as unchallenged facts, therefore one must speak, if there is place and need. I did!
     This morning I look at the space and realise the amount of clearing needed in so small a space. I uncover memories I had forgotten with ridiculously diverse items but all with memories suddenly reanimated. So with death. There is a space... in this time and place, emphasised by the disposal cart, as with the hearse and time moves on to new discoveries. Under the bed were some photographs, mused over one evening, slipped under and forgotten. They are of me with my psychic friend in America. He will nudge my consciousness in due time, should he wish to chat. I am not a psychic but through direct experience I know, rather than believe, that an interesting situation has arisen.
     My discovery of odds and sods awakening so much is apposite. Diversions galore have interrupted an intended single-minded project—and I have so many!—which is spring cleaning my life into a digitised version for future records, enabling me to clear out and physically, leave little behind. The essential 'me' is just that, requires nothing else, no more than did those who chose to say a word through my psychic friend. It is not a question of seeking, simply of being available to listen, should they wish to speak.

SUNDAY 2nd APRIL 2017 [morning]
What this actually raises is a question upon the competence of our education system. Are they no longer teaching civics? In a democratic society the purpose of government is to render service to its electorate. That requires proportional representation at which both main parties have failed to open debate and present a referendum on the preferred method. Politics is necessary to get into government. Having done so, what is required is basic management at which both parties have proven their complete inadequacy, mostly due to the giant egos of small time little people who do not understand their purpose is to render service.
      Blair misunderstood the party he represented and tried to change it to follow him, having proven his inadequacy in leadership by charging into Iraq because the Americans said so. What does Cameron do, NOT cover contingencies of either Referendum result, let alone present a simple cogent argument for both sides, and is so out of touch with the country it delivers a result he did not expect nor was he prepared for, so out of touch with reality was he.
      For both parties it was obvious from the beginning that the politicisation of an economic business arrangement was not the thing to do and as a result the first priority was to check if the electorate agreed with it. They take until now to ask the question and the only reason there is possible difficulty is the stupidity of our own politicians who did not ask the question earlier! In the mean time, the EU grabbed the advantage, deliberately put everyone's backs up by making out they were remotely relevant and inspiring us to ram it up as far as we could. Why on earth are people surprised?

From Alan Verney of Great Berkhampstead on his Facebook page. Absolutely superb. Not only will I share I'll post (with acknowledgement) on my web.
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos...
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos...
Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because........
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
No video/dvd films,
No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and lost teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...
We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't’t need to keep up with the Jones’s!
Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on ....... MERIT
Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't’t concentrating .
We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R’s education.
Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!
Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla' and 'Tiger' 
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
And YOU are one of them!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

SATURDAY 1st APRIL 2017 [morning]
Today it is more appropriate to write on my

It was Labour's socialism that determined acceptance of the EU's diktats without argument because it took away their accountability for what they knew the country would not accept. All that is happening now is the rational debate Labour were not capable of holding.

Boundary clarification. How many seats and what preferred size of constituency population?

Proportional representation. Which system?

House of Lords? Should it be elected or appointed and upon what classification? Originally based on the realities of the day: Spiritual; Legal; Defence; land ownership; hereditary entitlement.

Today? Spiritual but across the faiths (define), including pure secularism/humanitarianism (all appointed/elected by their respective churches); Legal, as is; Political (variable by proven worth, such as past ministers or retired professional senior civil servants and limited party nominations); representatives of Capital, Financial Services, Labour (all either retired or active, appointed or elected by their respective accredited bodies); Education (ditto precedents stated); Health (ditto); Other?

The whole re-viewable by a statutory committee reporting with recommendations to parliament on a ten yearly basis to cover relevance of classifications in the then current world. Modus operandi as at present.