Brrr! A wet July makes you want to cry!
It seems likely that this summer in Britain will be as big a washout as the last, with what I’ve been calling the ‘British Monsoon’ season well underway. Rain, rain, and more rain, with the occasional hefty dose of thunder and lightning as well. Can it be any more depressing?
With the whole world talking about the food crisis, even if talking is all we can expect from our political leaders, it’s likely that British farmers and growers of produce in their own back gardens are all going to suffer losses, as many vegetables don’t react well to being drowned, particularly root crops. What’s more, it’s next year that the real impact of this year will be felt.
We need plenty of sunshine as well as water to make the plants happy. Just as importantly, we need some heat and sunlight to provide us with some relief from the relentless barrage of bad news. But bad news and bad weather together? It’s an alliance forged in the fires of Hell. But at least it’s warm there. As I type this, my fingertips are cold, my nose and feet are cold, and it’s really hard to integrate the fact that it’s July with the environmental indicators all around me. I’d put the heating on, but it’s getting too expensive and so I may well resort to the admittedly altogether greener option of putting on a thick jumper. But doing so feels like the idea of eating Christmas pudding in a heatwave—it doesn’t feel right.
If this continues throughout July and into August, maybe even September, the entire nation will be queuing up for therapy and Prozac rationing will be introduced to cope with demand!
And still people waste food. They don’t even compost it. Unbelievable.

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