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Well we've still our heads above water, and our feet too.
But only because (a) there was only ever 6" of water in the swimming pool and (b) because there's not a breath of wind out there [whatever the weather pixie thingy says].
We're a lick and a spit from the North Sea here. The Fat Bastard's been muttering occasionally for weeks now about how 10/11 September were when we would be flooded out. He didn't do anything practical like fill sand bags or move everything valuable/electrical plus some stores of useful stuff like fresh water upstairs. But he did tell me all about it.
I even took some of it in. Not much, but some.
And then I caught a piece in yesterday's Times.
The headline was "Highest tides in 20 years threaten coast towns this weekend". What do you know; it turns out the Fat Bastard wasn't lying, exaggerating or ....!
The article goes on to explain how a certain local council a bit up the coast from us in Norfolk has issued its people with sandbags and encouraged people to install flood defences on their front doors.
Our council on the other hand with an eye to the main chance and with its Green credentials uppermost in its mind has focused on the primary issue which is of course deforestation. If trees were not needlessly felled to provide raw material for the paper industry, a practice that is demand-led and as such underwritten by rabid pinko councils nannying citizens with redundant tips on how to respond to potential flooding, then none of this environmental catastrophe stuff would happen.
In fact I am putting words in the Council's mouth. It hasn't even bothered to explain its singular lack of effort and failure to communicate.
Something similar to this particular conjunction of moon, and sun and earth (partly evidenced by the big white moon I didn't see, according to some people) happens again next month, so if Mother Nature doesn't get us this time round she gets a second crack next month when the conventionally crappy autumn weather in these parts will be working harder in her favour.
Anyone have a spare snorkel?
But only because (a) there was only ever 6" of water in the swimming pool and (b) because there's not a breath of wind out there [whatever the weather pixie thingy says].
We're a lick and a spit from the North Sea here. The Fat Bastard's been muttering occasionally for weeks now about how 10/11 September were when we would be flooded out. He didn't do anything practical like fill sand bags or move everything valuable/electrical plus some stores of useful stuff like fresh water upstairs. But he did tell me all about it.
I even took some of it in. Not much, but some.
And then I caught a piece in yesterday's Times.
The headline was "Highest tides in 20 years threaten coast towns this weekend". What do you know; it turns out the Fat Bastard wasn't lying, exaggerating or ....!
The environment agency has identified a three-day period from today
[Saturday] until Monday evening when high astronomical tides are likely because
of the gravitational pull of the Sun and the Moon.
The article goes on to explain how a certain local council a bit up the coast from us in Norfolk has issued its people with sandbags and encouraged people to install flood defences on their front doors.
Our council on the other hand with an eye to the main chance and with its Green credentials uppermost in its mind has focused on the primary issue which is of course deforestation. If trees were not needlessly felled to provide raw material for the paper industry, a practice that is demand-led and as such underwritten by rabid pinko councils nannying citizens with redundant tips on how to respond to potential flooding, then none of this environmental catastrophe stuff would happen.
In fact I am putting words in the Council's mouth. It hasn't even bothered to explain its singular lack of effort and failure to communicate.
Something similar to this particular conjunction of moon, and sun and earth (partly evidenced by the big white moon I didn't see, according to some people) happens again next month, so if Mother Nature doesn't get us this time round she gets a second crack next month when the conventionally crappy autumn weather in these parts will be working harder in her favour.
Anyone have a spare snorkel?
posted by Enyo @ 11:19 pm
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