Hot? Well, what about it?

     What sort of nation have we become, for Pete’s sake? So we have a bit of warm weather, OK, a heatwave, but do we need these endless exhortations on TV about drinking water (if it isn’t already poisoned by Tames Water) or there haven’t been any warnings about Stand Pipes yet. We now have to cope with Green, Amber and Red warnings pushed onto the population every five seconds. I think as a people we understand very well that some of us will die. If we do not look after ourselves well enough, and you know what I mean, smoking and drinking or taking drugs, we will simply be asking for trouble. And nature will present the bill. The other thing we will have to start understanding is, it is us, all of us, who are guilty of messing around this planet. So, there is a problem with CO2, oh not to worry the oceans will take it up. No, it doesn’t, at least not in the quantities we blow out driving cars and flying planes. 

    Yes, I too like my holidays but mostly I take these in this country. We haven’t been abroad for five years or more. What’s more we wouldn’t have it any other way. I can honestly say if the weather is reasonable and in the high twenties a holiday in the UK cannot be beaten. It can be busy, especially Brighton etc but some beaches in Wales can be as well. But we have never not found a place where it was impossible to stay. We don’t need baking on a Spanish beach watching fornicating Brits or puking because they had six too many lagers or shots. Especially the girls. It is no wonder some immigrant youths think the British girls are just ‘gagging’ for it. Just as an aside, No, they’re not but they don’t do themselves any favours. So yep, it’s warm. Better get used to it, it’s here to stay. Reading reports from the meteorological bozos we can expect the high 40’s during the summer months or even before. Nice, no? I have my paddling pool ready. Oh, and the dog’s pool as well but he likes the rives at the back of the house better. The water has a better taste, he said. Right yes, there are a few sewers that are leaking and push it into the river. Why not, nobody notices and Welsh Water just blames the NRW, the NRW blames the Council and the Council blames bad builders. And the bad builders blame me. So, a nice merry-go-round. Indeed, the blame culture is alive and doing well in this country. It has become an art form. Just waiting to hear someone from aforementioned bodies of government to blame God. I expect that will be sometime later this year. Probably just before Christmas or Xmas as the wonderful government wants it to be called. Just for equalities sake.

    You see friends, how things are going? It’s not too bad, Tesco still sells peanut cookies. Yes, my favourite. It was the reason I came to the UK and ended up in Wales because I couldn’t understand anyone in London. Whilst the sheep here are friendly. But peanut cookies are to die for. Actually I grew up with them in Holland (and clogs). My mother used to liquidise them and feed me from a bottle when I was a nipper. Oh and don’t forget the boiled peas transferred into something called ‘Snert’. I used to put that on the hearth in December for St Nicholas to eat. I think though his horse had it. I always wondered how the horse came through the chimney stack. Probably because I also left a carrot. Great times, what? So cheer up friends, things are not so bad, and just switch off the TV so you don’t have to listen to our wonderful reporters blurting out these inane warnings. Have a great summer. I know I will!