Crazy world we live in. In this country a banking 'big wig' can cost the country millions and yet still claim more than a million a year for themselves in bonuses. In India a worker can do a 98 hour week, that worker is an eight year old boy on 7 pence an hour, and in America's New York City the Carlyle hotel, overlooking Central Park and coming in at £7000 a night for a suite, is a hundred yards away form Lincoln Correctional facility (prison). The same road, the same view, and free accommodation - although to be fair you can't get a club sandwich and a Bellini at the Lincoln.
My point is, that when you are walking along the beach on a quiet evening in Devon you realise two things, one is how lucky we are, and the second is that all the bull**** is a million miles away.
Well, like many Brits this week I hope that the 'Met men' get their predictions right about the weather. I am expecting it to be red hot very soon, because at the moment the little wooden man and woman in their little wooden 'weatherhouse' are coming in and out of the door about as many times as the average Tesco shopper reverses in and out of a parking space. You just cannot read the elements at the minute, but like any true English man or woman, whether it is red hot or freezing cold, we love a good moan about the weather.
I will have to sign off now as the programme I am currently watching on BBC1 is unbelievably traumatic and moving, especially considering that only half an hour earlier I watched Jamie 'mockney, cockney, cheeky chappy, Oliver refer to his seasoning of a burger by saying "Just give your burger a little once over with your Thyme brush"......please no more!.
CH
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