Very little to say today. This partly because nothing much happened. It was a bit warmer. I feel a bit better. We liquidised last night’s vegetable stew and had vegetable soup for tea. We also had two short-dated fruit tarts which Julia had bought for a few pence yesterday. They were undoubtedly bad for us but we enjoyed them, and at least there was some fruit involved.
Gas prices have gone up massively, which wasn’t a surprise. They are not guaranteed to go down either, which was not a surprise either. They seldom do. The government isn’t doing much to help with gas prices, I am told, but to be honest I wasn’t aware that government’s job was to pay for my heating.
Government’s job in the past was to build nuclear power stations so we could generate electricity, but nobody wanted them to do that. Maybe they should now be encouraging wind power, but everyone whines about windmills spoiling their view.
They should encourage solar panels, by making it a condition of planning permission that all new homes should have solar panels as standard. A hundred acres of solar panels taking up farm land is a problem, but a hundred acres of solar panels on roofs won’t harm anyone.
Then, if they can just find a way for people to run their gas heating systems using renewable electricity we will all be laughing. That’s a point that the renewable energy spokesman missed in his press release this afternoon. How exactly does renewable electricity make my gas fire work?
I’m glad I’m not the one who has to sort it all out.
The picture is from February 2019. Was it only three years ago that we considered going out for tea and scones to be a pleasurable pursuit rather than a dangerous sport?