A bleak wet future

[pensnest]

Very unsettling dream last night, so long and complex it felt as though I was listening to a radio drama, but with visuals - I know that's odd, most people would say, watching something on television, but anyhoo... Two girls, same type as the House of Eliot women, with their own problems in an alternating set of scenes, plus an oldish man who refused to leave his home, which was a bad idea as there was a lot of flooding, starting with the escort for the visiting royalty, which had to pick their way across wet rocks and flowing water where there had once been a route and fields, and culminating in a huge wave swelling and heading down the river and crashing into a bridge full of pedestrians, which I was watching from a tall building nearby.

I blame the Independent. The first several pages of Saturday's issue were taken up with the report on global warming, and probably consequences. Terrifying. It was the first time, I think ever, that I wondered if I had made a mistake having children, as it is they and their children who will have to cope with most of the consequences of this. It is truly frightening. I'm not sure how much I can personally do to reduce my own small input into the warming - but food buying is one thing I can improve, and I'm afraid the farmers of Peru and Kenya will have to do without my custom from now on. I shall also try to walk to our local market once a week for fruit and veg, which will improve my health too.

Well. On a much, much more agreeable note, if you have not yet pounced upon Secrets at St Marlowe's you should read it at once. Written for Meeee in response to a request for a School story - and if you have read the classic School stories of which I speak, the Chalet School and the St Clare's and the Angela Brazils and so forth, you will love this. There is *no* universe which cannot accommodate the Trickyfish!

Comments

[pensnest]

It is, in fact, an adorable story. :-D