Too close to comfort
It’s late evening, the sun has disappeared and the new moon is peeping over the horizon. I’m sitting on the terrace in a deckchair looking at the sky where the peach-tinged clouds match the colour of the (almost empty) bottle of rosé wine at my side. The swallows are back and are ducking and diving around me, swooping dangerously close to the barbecue at the other end of the garden. On my lap is Al Gore’s book, “An Inconvenient Truth: The Planetary Emergency of Global Warming and What We Can Do About It”.
I know the scientific evidence is overwhelming: I see the suffering caused by global warming every day on TV. But right now the truth is inconvenient: I know I should be angry, but it’s hard to do so when you are so comfortable. Maybe tomorrow I’ll see what I can do about it. Don’t make me feel guilty right now Al, I’m having too nice an evening.
July 5th, 2008 at 9:03 pm
Just to even it up a bit and make you feel even better - it’s raining in Yorkshire and so far I can only recall one nice Summer’s day this year! Still, I hear it’s great weather for the garden…
July 5th, 2008 at 9:06 pm
I’ve got several deckchairs - there’s one each for you and your “long-suffering-wife”. But I’m afraid that the bottle of rosé is now completely empty…
July 5th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
You keep the deckchairs on ice and we’ll bring the rosé!