Dentist shortage

I think the demand on dentists has risen considerably with the higher use of social media. There are much more pictures taken, published, shown and those pictures must have perfect teeth.

Hence, dentists are one of the most needed professions today.

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You simply can’t show your face without good teeth and those who can pay the most to get the teeth fixed get the fastest service.

Whilst those wanting NHS services won’t be able to find a dentist easily because dentists find it much easier to make money selling their services.

The perfect smile has become one of the biggest selling points of the cosmetic industry, of which dentistry has become the latest gravy train.

See the protruding tooth on one side, that is a NHS denture that is slanted to one side and affects my facial expression.

Looking at my own pictures with my old denture, I wondered why it is that so many people with NHS dentures seem to have imperfect dentures whilst the paid for ones always look better. I was told that NHS services cannot access the full variety of tools required to make dentures perfect.

Of course that greatly disadvantages NHS dentist users from getting well paid jobs because I reckon you won’t even get an extras job as actor unless your teeth are perfect. And who is paying for it?

I am now waiting since a year to get a new denture and have to attend fortnightly fittings to just get a new denture. It takes a long time.

Sefer Kehillat Shlomo

One of the biggest mysteries in my life is a Hebrew prayer book left to me from my late father’s estate. My father left around 1/4 Million in money but this book is of enormous value, not monetary but meaningful.

People like the Royal family always talk about their past, present, history and family connections, but for me, in my family, we never even talked about it. My mother’s family doesn’t come far from Coburg, which we visited when we went Germany a few years ago.

So, when I got that book into my possession, I started to think about my family history. At the time, around 2007, I put up the pictures of this Yeshayahu Vinograds on my Myspace account and someone from the Jewish Museum In Berlin gotten back to me to tell me what it was. In 2007, the Jewish Museum in Berlin said, they would be interested in the book, which was printed in 1750 by Chajim Ben Zwi Hirsch.

As you all know my life went up-side down, because after my father’s death, and my appointment as LEA school governor, all these rumours started to appear online and also I spent 3 years at the Royal Courts of Justice with the only legal case I’ve ever lost. And so, I forgot about the book.

I spoke to a friend about it a couple of days ago, who advised me to go to the London Jewish Museum in Camden with this but as my father was from Berlin I thought that the Berlin Museum would be a better place.

The writing says: “Walter’s Hebräisches Gebetbuch”, translated: Walter’s Hebrew prayer book.

I started wondering, how is it possible, that a man who is listed as Lutheran in all my paperwork about my father, had a Jewish prayer book in his possession. The thought, that he could have taken it off a Jewish victim in World War II came into my mind and horrified me. The inscription on the bag at least seems to indicate that the prayer book actually belonged to a family member and wasn’t taken off a Jewish victim in World War II.

So, that implies that one of my father’s brothers had a Hebrew prayer book and that it belonged to him. So I now wonder, whether there was a hidden Jewish past in my family, which was concealed because that was the only way for them to survive. Incidentally Walter was drafted in as soldier in Word War II, along all my father’s brothers and my father was the only one of the brothers to survive the war.

I posted pictures of my father’s family, whom I never met some time ago on Facebook and nobody at all came forward as recognising the people in it. I can’t find a picture of Walter but only Paul. So I post the family pictures, which I think as significant and I would be grateful if anybody at all could come forward with some information if possible.

This is my father’s brother Paul and Paul is also the brother of Walter, to whom the prayer book belonged. My friend told me yesterday that there is actually a medal on the German Nazi uniform. Quite, interesting that the brother of somebody who owned a Hewbrew prayer book, gotten a commendation from the Nazis. Picture taken on 29. December 1943, Paul was killed shortly after.

Dance in Berlin, no date on picture, I think the lady in the front behind the girl with white hairband, is my father’s mother or the grandmother I never met.

That is a family snap from my father’s family. He is the one in the specs and the lady behind him is his mother, seen in the previous pic at the dance. I think that Walter might be one person on that picture here too but I don’t know who.

As it is, I think it is something hard to live with, that all I got are a lot of pictures of people I never met or knew about whilst my father was alive.

In today’s age, people should no longer be afraid to be Jewish and if anybody in those pictures recognise themselves, please contact me and also if anybody knowing any of these people could please contact me.

I have posted previously about accusations my sister made about my father, I have not heard anything about this at all yet. But it seems that the after-effect of the war had a very long-lasting impact on my family and that nobody ever talked about, made it much harder to copy with it.

I think there was something going on, I still do not know about. The fact that my father or my mother never spoke about the war or family and what went on is very mysterious.

But putting this all in the context that I always had problems to find a political and spiritual home, it makes double sense now that all these rumours about me started after my father’s death and that prominent Labour politicians, were involved in it.

I tried four political parties in all, The Labour Party, the Conservative Party, The Communist Party and Respect. I spend very little time with both Communist or Respect.

The Labour Party refused my second membership application shortly after I posted about attending a Jewish prayer service for Holocaust day. Wonder whether there is a connection.

Whatever for the moment, I am not politically bound and like this more because there is more than politics to life. I think it is good to try out political parties, people shouldn’t be afraid to do it, to experience first hand what political parties are like. There is never a minimum membership with any party, you can come and go as you like.

I like doing something useful for everyone, and that is what we all should do.

unrecognizable

took part in a Teams meeting yesterday and could not see myself in the list of 50 attendees. I scrolled up and down, and clearly being the first to log in, I MUST surely be there.

But, I had changed my hairstyle. I thought who is that intelligent looking person and then, at the very end, it dawned on me, that this was me.

With the new hairstyle I did not recognize myself.

I’m negative

Been contacted by Ipsos Mori for a random Covid-19 test. They sent me a test in the post and then collected it by courier.

Today I learned that I am negative. Tried to enter the result into my NHS Covid App but the number wasn’t compatible.

The same happened to another family member who couldn not enter their test result into the NHS app either.

So happy we are.

13 seconds

On average it takes me about 13 seconds after receipt of a phishing phone call to hang up. The same is happening about abusive phone calls.

Amazing to see that when I post some things, how long it takes for a stupid phone call to come in.

There is a clear connection.

I received one of these calls after this mornings’ posts. I leave it to anybody’s imagination where that call could have come from.

My phone numbers are widely available. Obviously anybody could be calling but motive and timing is always a giveaway.

Labour exploits policing either way

This latest Dawn Butler story, in which she blames police for racially profiling her, is simply another way to exploit policing negatively to score political Brownie points.

Remember the years of hassle I had from labour councillors and supporters over a story they ran, digging out that age-old arrest I once suffered in Germany.

Now they still blame the police for doing their job.

They practically tell them: “Dont’ stop black people or we’ll accuse you of racism”.

Who would want to vote for a political party that pressurises our law enforcement to treat people differently according to their colour?

I was never black, yet I had been arrested once. I never complained abour Racial Profiling of White people.

But, some Labout politicians now complain about profiling of black people for only stopping them.

I never complaint about police doing their job. I had a lawyer who went through a simple compensation process for wrongful arrest and imprisonment, as it is standard procedure in such cases. Colour doesn’t even come into it.

Personally I never liked colour-coded values. Black Lives matter as much as any other live matters. All lives matter!

Nobody should kneel on anybody’s neck. That is the simple message we need to get across. It doesn’t matter whether they are police or black or white.

Nobody should kneel on people’s neck.

Stop and search is a great method to reduce carrying of weapons and drugs. Simple.

Anybody can get stopped, anybody can get accused.

In the end it is an argument of time and money and how many good results police get with using the most effective methods.

As kids we were told: “The police is your friend and helper”. A much better outlook in life for a child to get rather than accusing law enforcement as the enemy of the people.

Where is the love?

photo of baby breastfeeding

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Could not help chuckling pleasingly when Camilla Parker-Bowles announced that she looks forward to hugging her grandchildren.

Good on her. I suppose it is easy to get to know the grandchildren when their parents actually involve the grandparents into the process, e.g. like

  • getting to know partners of children prior to marriage or conception of grandchildren
  • regular visits
  • communications that are meaningful
  • Family of grandchildren live a meaningful lifestyle and are responsible.

I hardly see any of my grandchildren. I have not met my daughter’s partners prior to them moving in together. I have not been involved in the process of decision-making, e.g. what is best for the child.

Nowadays the modern families change quickly, e.g. partners change, the family set-up is no longer the same as it was, but, people really need to communicate to keep family members up to speed, so that all know what is going on.

I would not even want to dictate what kind of a family my daughters want to form but it would be good to be kept informed and be involved.

I would want to see that my daughters make responsible decisions. Like

  • Have they got housing
  • Do they have an income
  • Are there plans to improve the quality of life and how
  • Do they raise their children positively
  • How safe is the relationship they are in? Do I approve of the partner?
  • Will they keep me up-to-date with developments e.g. pregnancy, childbirth, getting to know the grandchild.

Unfortunately I had non of this. Some of my grandchildren live in Wales and I am not allowed to see them because my daughter there is afraid I could get social services involved.

Some of my grandchildren live in Scotland but my daughter didn’t introduce me to her partner until the day she moved out. I then went to visit in Scotland and had to ring the council there because their whole communal backyard was filled with rubbish bags. I went to visit a couple of times but since then my daughter split up with her partner and now replaced him with a snake and a dog.

I hardly get to see the kids. They do not contact me via Facetime or any other form of chatting to talk and get to know each other.

Some of my grandchildren live in London and I have not even known that my daughter decided to break up with the partner of her first son. My daughter then gotten into deep trouble with domestic violence with another partner. The latest new partner I did meet occasionally but he has changed beyound recognition since I first met him. He used to wear neat suits and looked like he jumped straight out of a dressmaker’s window. Now he wears tracksuits and sports a liberal beard.

I had not met my newer granddaughter till my daughter suddenly announced they are coming round for Christmas and of course they expected presents.

I made everything nice but the grandchild was very much afraid of me because she had never met me. The last time I met her she only spoke to me when I asked her what gifts she wanted for Christmas.

Otherwise I received abusive and threatening phonecalls from my daughter.

From that I can deduct that breastfeeding and not smacking children doesn’t make them more sensible. My youngest daughter is the only child I breastfed for a long period of time and one of my children, which I never smacked. Yet, I get insulting phonecalls.

I think the concept of grandparent needs some involvement so that everybody is on the same page. Grandparents are not just gift suspenders whenever people think they would want to come round to collect them.

I think that grandparents should means-test their gifting. And not just give because somebody has a grandparents on a birth certificate somewhere.

 

 

Education v. Emotion

I finally cracked the mystery of my life. Since I’ve received by first death threat, I am reminiscent of the history of events that led to this point.

If you look through this blog, I’d received a fair amount of banter and sheer bullying abuse from people over the years but never a death threat.

I received abuse over remarks I made to  family members about improving ones chances in life with extra education and re-doing GCSE and A-levels would improve employment prospects. Another remark that a grandchild of mine would be better off with his dad then culminated in an actual death threat. Yes, I reported that to police and gotten a crime number. I do not tolerate any type of threatening behaviour from anyone and especially not from family members or my own children.

As soon as I had become a LEA school governor people started to dig out dirt, wrote about an ancient arrest in the 70s in Germany. It’s all been recorded in this blog.

Yet, it is explained in the simple fact that as soon as serious education comes into play people suddenly start to react over-emotional.

Some questions I needed to answer for myself were:

  1. why didn’t I attend university when it was free of charge in Germany
  2. why did I get married to a man I hardly knew

Those are the most important questions and I shall answer them.

To 1. It is a very long story. I did not attend university and dropped out of education because the events in my family, which happened whilst I was young, were so disturbing that it led to my temporary downfall and demise.

The case is that when I was 7 I suddenly started to develop scoliosis and it went very badly quite rapidly. Thanks to my father’s private medical insurance I received intense treatment, which then eventually culminated in 2 operatoins when I was age 14 to straighten my spine.

Prior to that my mother – who worked as a telephonist at the local hospital in Wuerzburg – had become an alcoholic. She attempted suicide several times and at one occasion I found her hanging on the living room cupboard upon my return from school. All this was enough to send me over the edge and I started to attend local discos and my learning started to suffer.

I had excellent grades in Elementary school and was top of the class, I had become champion in mental arithmetic but then when my mother started drinking, I dropped out of the results and had to repeat a year because I went to a grammar school teaching business and economics. My results there weren’t fantastic and I lost my desire to educate further.

Though I eventually started Higher Education in an Engineering College in Cologne as the only woman there. But without any emotional or financial support from my family I soon fell off the planned track.

My family was a mystery to me. Nobody seemed to talk to each other, there was little emotion and no loving atmosphere. My mother finally apparently committed suicide. On an evening when both my father and my sister and I went out, my mother went to the local River Main in Wuerzburg and she was found drowned the next day.

For years and years I never understood why my mother, who was always very caring friendly and totally rational suddenly went over the edge and became an alcoholic and why my sister seemed so distant and my father so very cold. Understand this happened in the 60s.

Just prior to my fathers death – I already had been in London since 1977 – I learned that my sister actually had a sexual relationship with my father. She admitted it to me personally when I went to Wuerzburg for my dad’s funeral. My sister refused to attend the funeral because my step-mother attended but she came to see me the next morning and I asked her straight up and she admitted having had an affair with my father. My only explanation is that this is the reason why my mother started to drink because she found out about this.

It is more than unfortunate that this had not been reported to the police at the time and if it was I wasn’t told about it.

We had lived in a house in Wuerzburg in the second floor and my sister moved out of the home and gotten a flat in the fourth floor of the same house. My sister called me a cripple because of my scoliosis and told me never to have children. My sister is still alive today but we have no contact. I sent her a Christmas Card a few years ago and it was returned by the Post Office marked refused.

Over the years my sister treated me like dirt because I married the man I had my children with and she attacked me for having had those children and refused to support me in any way whatsoever.

That brings me to point 2. why I got married to the man I didn’t know.

I was in an emotional volative state of mind. I lived in Cologne, attended school and had a part-time job at the Otto Versand but emotionally I was a wreck. All those unexplained emotionally shocking events in my past, the lack of family support drove me to act irrationally.

I met a man who said he was working for the famous writer Guenther Wallraff and the man asked me whether I could help him type a book for the author. I said I could do it but would not be able to it in my flat but suggested we go to London instead for a few days as I knew a friend there. Suddenly there were money problems and I agreed to take out a loan to bridge costs. You know where this is going. Once in London the guy disappeared, the 3.000 Deutsch mark disappeared and I was crushed, ruined and totally fed up. Apparently Guenther Wallraff was interviewed by police about this but he said he had nothing to do with this whatsoever.

The guy who apparently took my money and disappeared with it was later found dead and a murder investigation ensued. The police was dealing with this and I was greateful that Deutsche Bank let me off from having to repay that 3.000 Deutsch mark loan.

However I was completely paralysed by yet another strange occurance in my life. Whilst I had the flat in Cologne waiting for me, I just could not bring myself to go back. I met my husband in a pub and fell head over heel in love. I had found a job at the BBC German service but had nowhere to live in London.

Longfellow-party

Street pary in Longfellow Road, I lived at no 36 for some time until the whole road gotten torn down and I became a council tenant.

My husband was squatting in the famous Longfellow Road and I thought that was very romantic. Literally my brain completely stopped working, probably because of the sudden hormone over-drive I found myself in.

I insisted on getting married and had no bigger wish than having children with the man I loved. There now followed 15 years of hardship and poverty. I spent my later inheritance before I even got it but repaid all my debts once the inheritance arrived from Germany.

Now five children later I actually also have around 10 grandchildren. I have no contact with many of them. All those grandchildren were born by my daughters, my sons, went on to get jobs and approached life in a more rational manner.

Whilst I raised my kids I bought them a lot of books because I loved books. As a child I read hundreds of books. I opened up my own private library as the school didn’t have one. I borrowed books to poorer pupils who could not afford them.

Unfortunately my husband turned out to be the uneducated type. In fact he had no interest in education or reading whatsoever. That was one major contributing factor to me getting a divorce eventually. We had many arguments over life-style choices and attitutes.

The only achievement he had was being an extra in the film Fightclub. He worked as volunteer in his later years up to his death from cancer. He was never violent towards me and for that I am thankful. He probably only married me because I worked for the BBC and he loved films.

I have had 3 daughters and 2 sons from that marriage. I became naturalised and eventually a British Citizen. There was no support from my German family and especially not from my sister. My father sent birthday and Christmas cards and visited a couple of times and that was it. The rest of my family didn’t want to know.

I eventually took my sons to meet my German cousin in the remote village he lives in in Unterfranken a few years ago, so just that my sons know where I come from.

I have become completely estranged to my daughters now. All of them decided to bunk off school in the latter stages of their education and follow their father’s life philosophy. My daughters mixed up with partners but I had no say in their choices.

My second oldest daughter was born with a severe learning disability, which was – in my opinion – due to negligence during the home birth assistance. Her brain was starved of oxygen as the birth was delayed due to a sleeping pill I had been given by the midwife. Instead of delivering the baby late at night.

Unfortunately she was never given a statement of special educational needs and so her learning disabilty was never formally diagnosed until she finished with secondary education. She was found to have a mental age of a 9 year old and an IQ of 64. She never understood the purpose of education and schools just ignored her needs. I went to lawyers about this but legal action was denied as viable by a barrister because no statement of special educational needs was ever issued.

Yet this undiagnosed learning disability caused the whole family enormous problems.

I needed to care for her and worked from home for years, even starting my own company.

Nowadays children are much better off, they get Statements of Special Educational needs and lots of extra support but we had to do without.

My daughter with the learning disability was being abused by some men in the 90s without my knowledge but the police could not prosecute because of her own thinking that her abusers were her best friends. Anyhow the Director of Public Prosecution refused to prosecute the case. Of course an abused woman with a mental age of 9 would believe her abusers and think they are her best friends.

I think what people need to realise is that improving education is always the way forward. There is no good reason to attack people and especially not me for suggesting it.

I think emotional involvement often leads to distortion of facts and people just do not see the reality of the situation any longer. That now applies especially to one of my daughters who – I believe – threatened me. That matter is with the police.

Whilst I raised my children we had to live – at some point with 7 people in a 2-bedroom council flat – but that should not have led to people losing faith.

I now care for my granddaughter who has excellent grades and wants to go to university. She is good at sport and has a totally different attitude to life. She has lived with me whilst my other children moved away and so she is not exposed to the muddled way of thinking that some of my daughters adopted.

Literally these days, to make it in life, kids really need to focus on education, push away all other influences that hinder a university degree. I am now more than willing to support that.

I don’t believe that keeping secrets helps anybody. Abuse and emtional turmoil always comes to haunt those who were exposed to it and so it is that I publish the facts about  me coming to Britain and how my life here went so far.

I think that everybody should have ambitions and dreams and do their best to fulfill them. Making things better in life is one of the reasons we all live and get on.

If you read through this story and arrived at this, you will be pleased to know that I am going to be 69 years of age this year and that I despise all those who generally accuse older people of suffering from dementia or Alzheimers and having a loss of mental capacity. Older people have a lot of wisdom to give and younger people are better off listening to it.

 

 

Ofcom to regulate harmful content

How could I ever forget that I spent 3 years as a litigant in person at the High Court in London – and part of it in relation to an infringement of my publication rights also at the commercial court-.

The whole aim of my efforts was to help reduce harmful content and to keep publishers to sensible limits on how to report things to do especially with terrorism.

Remember at the time a Labour Party member put pictures of the blazing machine gun logo of Baader-Meinhof on a website to report about ancient history.

It should be made illegal to use the logos of outlawed terrorist organisations to report about something, just as it is illegal to use certain Nazi salutes and phrases.

Using the logo of a terrorist organisation to report about something actually brings the organisation back to life and promotes that organisation. I fought against that, and though I lost, I now feel that the government has finally woken up to the manner of publication as well as to the content.

Actually I think libel laws are not fit for purpose as they allow the use of harmful pictorial material without making it illegal to do so. That is why I formally lost my case but now the purpose I pursued is finally winning.

Ofcom will now be given power to regulate harmful content. Hopefully they will also realise that school children and local communities are sometimes receptive to the promotion of unlaw aims by the use of pictures and logos that are associated with terrorists.

out of the blue

The past seems to catch up with me as I just received an email, from an individual, asking me to get in touch because he read my articles about Robert Dougans and he has been hounded by that man for years.

May I please ask you to understand that I literally could not even remember who Robert Dougans was at first sight. I literally had to search my site and read those articles myself and it all came back to me. The last entry about that was in 2010 and it is 2020 now. I had to throw away the old case files as they gotten mouldy. I have not even gotten the space to store them.

This is all ‘Water under the Bridge’ now. In reflection what stands out for me is the fact that it took the court 3 years to throw the case out. I spent hours and hours each week/months almost attending court. I was running my own business under the supervision of the DWP. I also had a disabled person to care for.

I produced enormous amounts of paperwork and had to bring that to the court in large suitcases. That took a very long time too.

The rules then said that a litigant must see the case through to the end to be able to complain to the European Court of Human Rights.

That person contacting me did not leave an address, but seems a prominent person with their own website. I may contact them.

I don’t think a ‘Litigant in Person’ situation would be able to arise with today’s Employment laws as the employment rules are much stricter enforced.

 

 

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