I think not
Why would anyone build a house on top of a hill? Well, yes, no flooding, not much frost, good drainage, little fog. But, seriously, does all that make up for the constant wind?
Why would anyone build a house on top of a hill? Well, yes, no flooding, not much frost, good drainage, little fog. But, seriously, does all that make up for the constant wind?
More frightening hot weather is on its way. All you can do is hunker down, wait it out, hope for the best, fear the worst. And send a curse at those who have stopped all action to prevent climate change.
Every New Year’s Eve, we say to ourselves – “Well I hope next year is better than this year”. But, as every New Year’s Day rolls through the door, we realise it was probably a forlorn hope
Killing hot weather is on its way here after Xmas. A giant wall of hot air like a tsunami approaching on land
How many stupid and ignorant people does it take to destroy a planet? I guess we’ll find out pretty soon.
Summer is coming like a giant steamroller, belching smoke and flame, sounding like a hurricane wind as it flattens all in its path
I have never had, in a long life of creating ideas, and things, a serious review of any of it. No serious consideration of what was attempted, what were the problems, what was achieved. But then you don’t get that for your life itself I suppose,
How many millions of words have I written? Half a million in one book alone, other millions scattered from one end of my life to the other. It would be nice to think one or two will be remembered, else why did I bother?
The world seems increasingly ruled by people who are certifiably insane. But perhaps it always was.
A country garden sounds like a quaint, quiet, idyllic place, where Percy Grainger could write a chirpy piece of music which goes nowhere. If the country is Australia though the country garden is a place green in tooth and claw. Plants struggle against wind and drought, rabbits, parrots possums and kangaroos, pigs, goats, sheep, weeds