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.'“

And Then, Still Here…

   Wot the hell happened? All I did is blink and the first half of this year is now history. I really must learn to control that blinking blinking thingy.
   Anyhoo, it seems more folk will get the winter fuel allowance this coming winter; of course they will as more gimmigrants are arriving every day all entitled{?} to totally free gas and lekky in their four star digs, right?
As for the old folk, wot’s the betting they’ll take it back - plus a bit - via tax. Yet more money laundering eh
   Typing of which, I see our wondrous goofyment have stated that the huge increase in rubber boat arrivals of our newest bestest ever friends is purely down the good weather. That being the case I guess wot we need is a goodly long spell of right bad weather. Oh, should that be far right bad weather?

Quote; Jerome K. Jerome.

“The weather is like the government, always in the wrong.”