Goose? Lame Duck, More Like...
It's been hot, hot, hot, today, and I'm not much disposed to rational thought at this juncture. The Welsh high temperature record has been breached in either Ceredigion or Denbighshire, depending on which news report you look at: whatever, the temperature down in our bottom garden hit 35 degrees Celsius this afternoon - and - it was humid to boot, rendering being outside for too long a tad uncomfortable. But by this evening, both temperature and humidity had abated somewhat, to a rather cooler 29 Celsius, with a bit of high cloud to help temper things further. That's not to detract from the fact that our climate here in North Wales has grown consistently hotter for about the last decade, with the last five years throwing more extremes at us annually. And still the politicians drag their feet over it: 2050 will be far, far too late: the tipping-point will be long gone by then. Meanwhile, Doris thinks it a great wheeze to have a joyride in an RAF fighter jet: words are inadequate...
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