I see that after much hand-wringing over the Great British Drought Of 2022, relief has finally come, in abundance:
Which just made me think of this:
As for local conditions, The Englishman assures me that all is well at the Castle; here’s the view from his kitchen window:
…while Mr. Free Market’s estate is also fine, occupying as it does a hilltop surrounded by a few hundred acres.
And Mrs. Sorenson (a.k.a. The Catholic on these pages) reports:
“It’s been pissing down today. And yesterday. And looks likely to continue – bleddy weather. I raked up all the leaves from the grass yesterday. Fecking tree dumped a new load EXACTLY where I’d cleared them away. Nature hates me.”
So all is well, in other words.
Lessee… daytime high in the low 40s (single digits if you’re of the French measurement persuasion), nighttime a couple degrees above freezing, overcast and occasional drizzle… yup, at this time of year, Kim’s a happy man.
I now eat oatmeal porridge or mieliepap for brekkie (by the way, dark rum tastes wonderful on porridge, don’t ask me how I know this), and I switch from iced G&T to Seffrican brandy or Whisky Macs in the evenings.
I also get to cuddle with my wife at night (instead of sweating her over to the other side of the bed).
Yeah, I can hear the chorus now: “Why don’t you just go and live in England, where it’s like this all the time?”
…and a few other reasons, like the stupid BritGov won’t let me stay unless I arrive by small boat over the Channel, and I hate all boats.
So the pic below is just an idle dream:
Any of my Longtime Readers will be at least familiar with this, as I’ve repeated time and time again that not one of the predictive algorithms used by these charlatans to drive the global warming/cooling/climate change hysteria has ever been close to its predicted outcome in terms of temperature change.
We need to end this ridiculous farce now, as it’s being used to destroy civilization and replace it with… well, universal poverty and misery, as far as I can make out.
That includes measures such as mandated ending of the internal combustion engine, replacement of clean and reliable energy generation with costly and unreliable substitutes, and all the zero net carbon nonsense — among many others.
I’d add flogging and execution of the chief charlatans, but that would probably appear as excessive to some wilting violets.
Back when I lived in the old Racist Republic, I remember reading a newspaper story of a family who lived on a farm in one of the more arid areas of the country. One day, the farmer’s twin boys (aged 7) ran excitedly into the house and told their mother that the sky had “broken”. When she went outside, she saw that it was raining. The boys had never seen rain before.
In places like that, a seven-year drought is admittedly extreme, but it’s certainly not unknown.
In more temperate climes, though, a six-month drought can be seen as catastrophic:
Europe on course to suffer worst drought in 500 YEARS
You can ignore pretty much all the copy in the above link, because it’s the same old dreary “climate change is going to kill us all” bullshit. But the pictures are breathtaking, e.g. this one in Holland:
…where “riverboats” have become “mudboats”.
Elsewhere, you have stories like this one, where one foresighted guy has stored many thousands of gallons of rainwater in underground tanks to keep his garden going.
If I were him, though, I would have kept shtum about it because this being Britishland, I wouldn’t put it past the local council to force him to pump it all out and “share” it with his neighbors.
Sic semper potentas.
All that said, however, the European heat wave has had some benefits:
Unlike the Euros and Brits, we’ve actually had a couple of rainstorms here in Plano — to be precise, one yesterday and one the day before: nice, long soaking rains.
Did all that cold water falling out the sky actually change anything?
You silly rabbits. This is summer in Texas, where all the rain does is make the temperature go from 120F (oven) to 118F (sauna). I hate both; but I also didn’t win any of the recent lottery drawings, a pox upon them, so that little clifftop shack in Bar Harbor, Maine is still off the table.
Well, now… here’s one that would have made Josef Goebbels proud.
How do you convince people that this summer is hotter than an earlier one — thus supporting your argument to the masses that the climate is heating up? They’ve tried dodgy forecasts, which have the annoying tendency not to come true, and all sorts of other little schemes to make you think we’re ALL GONNA DIEEEEEE!
But what of you just manipulate the mood of the reader?
What the hell do you mean, Kim? This:
Read the rest of it, do.