31st May 2020

June tomorrow. England in full bloom.  I look out onto another day of glorious blue skies and smell the exquisite perfume from a gorgeous yellow rose in all its glory.  And yet the papers are full of contradictions. A man called Cummings is heavily criticised for breaking lockdown, swamped by a mass of press photographers, each themselves breaking social distancing rules. Meantime, MPs from other parties like Neil Kinnock, Rosie Duffield, a Welsh cabinet member and Ian Blackford have all done the same with little press interest. In a time BC (before the virus), mass coverage of a girl called Greta who complained how man was ruining the planet. Yet, since the virus - when the skies, seas and pollution have cleared - there’s apparently been no appreciable difference in global warming. Polar regions are still melting at the same rate as BC, so why isn’t anyone saying that maybe, just maybe, global warming could after all be nothing to do with man but in fact be part of natural planetary activity, just as happened millions of years before man arrived on this planet?
Sometimes I think it’s better to ignore the media and smell the roses.