And Then, Nature…

   I see over at A K Haart that Ed Minibrain is proposing changes to home planning permissions thus enabling those wot want to, to be able to have a lekky generating windmill in their gardens.
   You going to get one? First job in the morning? Shut it down and clean the bat and owl remains from the blades and surroundings? Last job in the evening? Shut it down and clean the blades and surrounds of the remains of birds, butterflies, bees and other bugs? Yet to hear from the nature conservation folks regards this.
   Here’s a thought. We all know that nature is continually learning and evolving and is a whole hell of a lot smarter regards that than those in grubbyment so think on.
   We’re always being told of the dwindling fish stocks as reported by our inshore fishermen - sorry, fisherfolk and in the same breath told of the alarming rise in ‘attacks’ on folk walking in coastal areas, eating a sarny or chips, by seagulls owing to diminishing fish stocks.
   Are fish stocks really in decline as we’re assured is happening by the climate evangelists or could all this be because, over a short period of time, the fish have figured out that if they shoal in fairly close proximity to an offshore wind farm, seagulls have learned to move on after seeing a phew of their buddies sucked or blown into those body choppers and folk in boats can’t drag their nets too near the wind farms so they’ve learned that they can get along better and feel they have a little protection from airborne and boat-borne predators right there. Just an evolutionary thought... 

Quote; ??

"The closer you are to nature the further you are from idiots.”

And Then, An Idea…

   We’re presently obeying instructions given to us via our televisual receiving device. And that would be? Why hunkering down - again - in the cupboard under the stairs as temperatures may ‘surge’ into the low thirties centigrade thus heralding the end of times for the elderly.
Whilst hunkered here, frantically rubbing on sun screen just in case the door bell rings, I had a thought regards warm nights.
   As air conditioning isn’t a thing here, keeping cool of a night is pretty much down to noisy fans and that sowed the seeds of an idea.
If you’re of an age, just cast your mind back to cold nights and our old stone hot water bottles. Then technology advanced and along came the rubber jobbies. Then,many years later, came the magic of lekky blankets. So here’s my thought:
   We all know how technology is advancing so dramatically year by year - nay, day by day so why haven’t any of those wondrous tech folk come up - with global warming being relentlessly pushed - come up with a lekky blanked with, rather than the standard three warming settings, one with six settings? Yup, three winter clicks from warm to warmer and very warm and three sweaty summer cooling clicks from cool to cooler to cold. A fortune to be made with the help of the scary media eh?  Say wot now? Lekky only makes stuff warm? I guess you haven’t got a refrigerator yet then.

Addendumadodad; If y’all get an idea, always Giggle it before typing. Not quite my ‘simple’ all in one idea but... Try it, just Giggle electric cooling blanket and browse away. Oh, and do it in the shade, okay?

Quote; Woody Allen.

“I was a nervous child, I was a bed-wetter. I used to sleep with an electric blanket and I was constantly electrocuting myself.”

And Then, I Look Back…

   We were out and about yesterday and our trip coincided with primary schools end of day wot resulted with very many young mums and dads waiting to collect their kids. We glanced about and not for the first time we noted the dazzling display of multicoloured hair styles and the stunning amount of brightly coloured illustrated skin and ring and stud puncturing there were on display. Almost all dressed in very tight jeans an’ such seemingly without any consideration as to the size of the body that was squeezed into ‘em.
   One has to wonder wot those kids will look like as they grow up and try to beat their parents looks...
   This, for reasons not yet fully understood, caused a clicking sensation in ma heed so upon arriving home, I searched the tap-top for the cause of the clicking. And that would be two historical photos of the town I remembered. And I found ‘em.
   The town in question would be an old north eastern seaside town that, back in the day, the main income was via the months from spring through to early autumn when, long before Benidorm was invented, it was a thriving summer break destination for northern working class families wanting a week or weekend in the sun, hopefully, by the sea with every other house being a small hotel or bed and breakfast to cater for and cash in on  the huge influx of folk.
   Look at the pictures and note how smartly those working class folk were turned out back then. Not a hoody to be seen. Old and young.

   

   Next time you’re out and about, look about and when home go compare wot you’ve seen with those old pictures and - if not already obvious - note the steep hill we be on wot’s getting rapidly ever steeper and much more slippery.

Quote; Demetri Martin.

“I think that when you get dressed in the morning, sometimes you're really making a decision about your behaviour for the day. Like if you put on flip-flops, you're saying: 'Hope I don't get chased today.' 'Be nice to people in sneakers.'“