It's been a while.
The electric blanket went on last night, and I fished out a bed-jacket for in-bed tv watching. These are small steps towards averting climate disaster, ie by delaying the putting on the central heating, that with buying into a refillable washing-up liquid service, reverting to soap, and worrying a bit about flying, fool me into thinking I'm becoming more green.
I joined the Climate Strike a couple of weeks ago, there's a photo. Spot the granny in the middle. Disaster will hit me late, but I doubt I'll outlive it. Outliving it, appears to the plan for most of my generation, I'm ashamed to say.
Last week, I attended the Labour Party Conference. I am pleased to be a member of the Labour Party:I am reluctant to offend you, dear reader, but I cannot fathom for the life of me, how giving yet another tax-cut to very rich people is going to stop very poor people from dying of hunger. Poor people being thrown out on the streets and hungry children eating toilet paper, matters to me. Sorry.
I do my bit. I apologise to the next generation for how inadequate that bit is.
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