It’s a funny old world; there I was all
ready to go off to school and ponder global warming, which is always very hard
when you need to be taken to school on the back of a snow plough wearing tennis
rackets on your feet and a woolly hat with pointy ears. We should be contemplating global warming in
the summer when it is hot, OK wet and cold . . . . . . . . . I know it’s all
very complicated but I am hoping we might just get some of that greenhouse effect
on the Welsh English border this year. Anyway as I was saying there I was in my
school uniform with tennis rackets on my feet and a woolly hat with pointy ears
and a knitted duck on the front when I was suddenly excused school by dad and
thrown into the cold wet muddy hole in the garden. It was a bit of a shock, but
luckily I found I was not alone as our good friend and master craftsman Chris the
Builder was also in the hole. He was very pleased to see me and asked me
straight away why have you got tennis
rackets attached to your feet, I did try to explain they were snow shoes
but I got the impression he thought I was mad. Still as Chris found out snow
shoes also make good mud shoes as we pondered the hole and what to do I notice
he was getting shorter all the time not ideal when you are already standing in
the middle of a muddy hole.
Then after much scratching of heads digging
of mud, pointing and shaking out heads for a bit leaning on shovels and a few
cups of tea we hatched a plan, we will look at the hole again in a few weeks.
Home 27th May 2012
The result of all this
standing and getting wet and cold in a large muddy hole plus the fact that at
school I would have been writing my thesis on the environmental side effects of
global warming made me wonder about when we last had some decent hot weather.
One of the great advantages of writing a daily diary observing the world and my
place in it in great detail without elaborating on the truth, is that I can
look back and say with certainty what happened when. So I can say that back on
the twenty seventh of May we were in the middle of a few days of extreme heat,
and I even have photographic evidence and by the 2nd June it started
to rain. One thing that is clear from
this is that it should have stopped raining or snowing by now because six to
seven moths of it is just not fair. Oddly back on the 27th May I was
complaining about the heat and how it was far to hot and by the 3rd June
I was complaining about rain and cold and what this proves conclusively is that
I am genetically British, Only the British complain about the weather this much
regardless of what the weather is………..
And please note that I think all is sorted with making comments again on the Blog . . . . . .PHEW
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