The season of goodwill

 We approach once again, the season of goodwill. Santa is fuelling his sleigh, getting ready to deliver happiness around the globe. As the first world melts into the third. 

Happiness has become a grey area. 

Privileged idiots are our leaders? Trump? Johnson? How do they obtain such positions of absolute power?

Offering only insincerity to an unsuspecting electorate.

Stolen election? Really? Bending rules or simply breaking them, sweeping aside objections, and reality. Replacing lies with new truth until no one knows what is real...and simply unreal.

So as we anticipate better times, pandemia free, let us listen to the science not the gang of privileged idiots who are supposed to lead.

Rain and reality in Western Europe.

 According to news sources we are on yellow alert or was it orange? for excessive rainfall over the next few days, well the weather guy got that quite correct.

More rain in the last 24 hours than I have seen in maybe the 5 years since I arrived on this little rock in the Atlantic. 

So what to scribble about? 

Life is quiet here, although there are problems which thankfully I have managed to avoid, like the virus sweeping the world, which now seems going over the bits it missed the first time.

And a UK Prime Minister on the hustings talks about a children´s entertainer. (If you haven't heard about this shambles just google Peppa Pig)   

Back in the land of harsh reality, the video stream was I think from Picadilly Circus, a poorly rehearsed report offered by a talking scarf suggesting Britain or at least London, was getting back to normal. 

Although early morning GMT in the English capital, shops were indeed lighting up their pre-Christmas offerings, meanwhile hastening away a huddle of homeless people who had bivouaced over a steam source insisting on their right to warmth as festive decorations did not feel the cold.

So Boris, Christmas does not feel the cold. What about you?

 

  

Breathe.

And so the virus continues to sweep across continents, and yet the people protest about personal freedom.

Seriously?

I´m slowly arriving at a situation of doubt, doubting those 

amongst us who are against the science, against the 

vaccine. 

Me? I just try to follow the advice, put on a mask, and stick to

the social distance thing.

Even if it´s just the short walk to the bus stop to meet a 

Lithuanian, and believe me I seldom meet anybody else in 

the countryside.

Just nearly 8 cats and a Lithuanian.

Nearly 8.

Get the vaccine, put on a mask, and breathe, in an out, with 

your own lungs, not a ventilator.

Thats all.

Goodnight.

 

Another day in paradise.

Paradise?

It usually is, but at the moment cannot really say that, sadly. The natural phenomenon damaging social and physical infrastructure, taking with it, lives.

The king has visited, as have the political leaders and promises of fiscal help, goodness knows the people need it.

 

Government Promises.

 Well, that was Saturday.

The volcano still spitting out its anger as we watch impotently. I´m concerned it is becoming entertainment for the chattering class, watching from the comfortable world of leather sofas and flat screens.

But it may be slowing down, as we enter week 4, or is that 5, let us hope the brakes are on this disaster. Now the government must move in armed with its promises, hoping as I do that our political leaders will actually honour such promises.

better write something

 Better write summat or the powers will shut my blog down, won´t they?

It´s just that apart from fire mountain, nothing is happening here on the beautiful, if slightly singed island.

I best not joke about what is, after all, a natural disaster, where some of this island´s population have literally lost everything.

The lava continues to flow, a glowing river toward the Atlantic ocean, and on cooling simply solidifies, becoming a "new" part of the archipelago, When will it end, that is the question, and for that matter why did it start?

Will it repeat in the next 50 years?

Lots of questions, not many answers.