Can it get any colder? I don’t know about you peeps but my bone marrow is starting to freeze. There’s cold and then there is bitterly cold. The wind chill would strip the skin off you … or is it just me?
I have not felt this cold since I was a kid. In the bygone days of yore ... here she goes yet again I hear you say but it is something many people haven’t experienced. Until now that is.
Back in the olden days it was so cold that our breath caused ice to form on the inside of the bedroom windows. We had so many coats on top of the bed we had to be pulled out in the morning. I jest you not. Peeps were known to break teeth from them chattering. Ok, that’s probably an urban myth, but as with all things it may well be based on fact.
Britain is in a weird position on the outskirts of Europe but not quite part of the Baltic area. We are far from prepared for adverse weather conditions. Everything grinds to a halt when we get a snow storm. Even leaves on the train tracks are enough to cause havoc for goodness sake.
I have noticed that spiked shoe covers are becoming available and are very popular.
In Scandinavian countries these are common place, as is quadruple glazing. Double glazing isn’t insulating us any more so we need to gear up and prepare for worse winters to come. Sorry to be all doom and gloom but it is better to prepare for the worst while hoping for the best.
There is no doubt that climate change is affecting the planet. The latest summit on global warming and reducing carbon emissions was about to collapse at one stage. The biggest polluters don’t want to reduce emissions because their economies are dependent on the easy option in the road to wealth and prosperity. Pity that it is a road to ruin and they are too short sighted to realise that. Wealth is transient. Here today, gone tomorrow. The earth that sustains us and asks nothing in return deserves better than humankind raping and pillaging its resources for profit.
As for the Christmas wish. I wish people would wise up and see the writing on the wall. Or the chill factor for that matter. Those who think things are going to get better in the short term are in for a rude awakener.
Governments will regret getting into bed with the “money makers”. Those money makers only have their own interests at heart. I would really like David Cameron to publish his so called demands that Germany et al could not and would not comply with. Could it be, and I’m speculating here, that he was trying to protect the City, i.e. the bankers? Are we ever likely to find out via our own politicians’? I don’t think so.
So, from the cold climate to the new cold war in Europe it is unlikely to be a very merry Christmas. But regardless of austerity we will push the boat out as usual. Even if it means we’re still be paying for it this time next year. And so the cycle continues.
Stay away from Harrods and Harvey Nichols and have a frugal Christmas my dears. It’s the best option in the long run. Give your elderly neighbour a bag of coal or turf instead. Turf is the scent of the season for me. And cinnamon candles. And pine needles. Oh dear me … I’m succumbing to the Christmas spirit. Bah Humbug yet again.
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