and what else?

'codliver oil' was on the timer system, this morning...

along with the following:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss/262-0327513-5166805?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=spirited+away

spirited away - along with 'no face' pens...

'the girl who leapt through time'

and 'princess mononoke'....

....and so what is one to assume - seeing as the above, are all coming up as part of a 'clump'....that they are...."programming materials" replies MI5 ONLINE....go figure.

...and my intercom has just gone off at 9.39am...how very annoying...perhaps it is the postman...perhaps not...who cares?....it is not 'safe' for a vulnerable person, to answer their intercom in this building (donna never does - nor her frontdoor) in case they are persuaded to let in somebody that they really shouldn't do (no 'visuals' you see - only 'audio')...see previous notes upon the amount of 'drug abuse' - in and around the building plus drugs/firearms in flat 4 etc etc...because unless one knows beforehand - that somebody will be coming to their door (of the building or your own flat frontdoor)- at a pre-arranged appointment time...it really isn't in your best interests - or of anybody else's living here, is it? If you want to check who it is - look out of the window - if your flat is over the main frontdoor....or go downstairs and have a look at them, before you let them in.

....oh and another thing...having just heard somebody race up the stairs and post things through letterboxes....and so yes, this time around...luckily - it is the postman...but earlier on...somebody had been 'in the building' - knocking on flat 1's door and rattling the letterbox....and so you see what i mean?...

and so anyway, you can never just assume that it is the postman...ringing your intercom....and i am now, back to that old and fruitless question of....why does the postman always ring my intercom and nobody else's upon this floor?...why doesn't he have a tradesman's fob key etc etc....because i had had a word with him, previously about 'that one'..."i lost it" he bleated.....i then gave him CHP's telephone number in order to arrange for a new one to be sent out to the royal mail PO etc etc...but nothing doing, eh?...he still rings my intercom...."programmed robot" replies BI ONLINE....yeah, well - why can't you fix it?...go figure.

OTHER NOTES:

....the ill cult were out and about,this morning....as per usual...but this time, around...their entire network was then to be shut down, by degrees....and so the robots were all waiting around for a signal, in order to learn 'what-to-do-next'...it was really weird, i can tell you - to see them, all - as i walked around the centre of clacton....oh and the signal was then shut down 'at source'...and under military orders, i might add - oh and it had been a UK governmental network....one that was then to be refused access to a certain radio tower - until 'work' was done, let us say...(pids = police ID under mind control...the pidgins, remember?)....because that ill cult signal - had been emanating from what rimington used to call the 'lizard' police radio tower, in clacton....see previous notes and images of that particular tower....go figure.

secondly, an ill cult 'pupil' (assistant) was involved in a 'cress' number, in sainsbury's....he had been told by the ill working through the british military to "just do it"....i.e. try to make me take two particular packs of cress....gress...egress...ha ha ha...cre-ss....the prague rothschild had figured that CRER in relation to 'ill cult incremental files' might get found out (it did)...he then had a back-up system...called CRE...go figure...."he'll be a lead-in to what they're up to" replies MI5 ONLINE.

....and it was all because - the ill cult's 'people' who can supposedly 'tell the future' had told them enough about what i would do, that morning etc etc and yes, i tend to buy cress - and no, you don't need to be one of quasi-collie's sightseers to 'get' that one and it was the 'snakey foxxy lady' who had misinformed the ill cult within the british military - whilst pretending that she had the 'sight'...more laughter..."just a dumb robot but cleverer than most of them" replies MI5 ONLINE.

...anyway....i don't think that i need to explain 'that one' more than i already have - do I, MI5? poisoned/drugged cress...in short, he had handed me two cartons of cress - whilst telling me that they were of a longer 'sellby' date...'nasty' - whether or not the ill had actually got around to drugging them, at the time - because having pre-emptied the ill, this morning and what with all of that clacton biznez - i would think not - but you never know, do you?....go figure.

...it's all 'madness' isn't it?...and i can only hope that i am not personally involved within 'whatever happens next'...within the first day of the clacton airshow....go figure.