As I look out of my window, I see in the field that there are four sun-tanned coloured woolly coated sheep and two others that have their white shorn forms.
These sheep are a metaphor for my thoughts. There is a weather low over us, it has rained – meaningfully – today, I even needed to grab in my half dried washing from the line, together with hubby’s help. We quickly acquired the ambient dampness and both shivered. With the low, we also have a cold North Easterly wind. The central heating went on and I zipped up a cardigan over a lightweight jumper.
And if any patronising single-issue group with all their high-principled ideals, or, any utility company tells me how to reduce my carbon footprint, I will issue them with an invitation to come and live in harsher climates and translate their ideals into daily living in other than urban or warmer rural communities.
While I am on the rant-age, the only people who will benefit from suggested payments to provide their own energy to the national grid, will be the people for whom we are currently paying an additional levy on our fuel.
The woolly coats that most sheep have, are barely worth the shearing. It is done now, for the welfare of the animal and not because the wool has any value. Now, that source of warmth, is an area that could be looked at by those in high-folluting places.