Generation Game

To anyone in the vicinity hoping for a nice summer this year or any time for the next 20 years …

Our apologies.

On what must have been the dreichest day yet of the year, some hardy workmen have been on our roof beavering away at what currently looks like an act of insane optimism on our part. Rain-power panels not being a thing, we’ll just have to hope we haven’t brought the Weather Gods’ wrath down on our heads completely, but let’s just say this might put the summer we rashly bought a barbecue into the shade.

We’ve been racing against the end-of-March deadline to get these in because, green as I am, even I am not prepared to install solar panels and then give away the electricity to our supplier for free. There’s a whole rant I could write about the ecological vandalism of this current government, but I’m not sure any of us can face that right now, so just assemble the following into some sort of coherent order and imagine me shouting it at you: “greenest government ever” “12 years to avert catastrophe” “economically and ecologically illiterate” “rising sea levels” “catastrophic climate feedback loops” “grrrr” “aargh” “FFS” “Christ we’re doomed, aren’t we” and “Sod it, I’m going out on my bike”.

George Monbiot, eat your heart out.

So far, the gloom being meteorological as well as metaphorical, our panels have generated precisely 0 units of electricity to combat the coming disaster, but perhaps we might see the sun again in time, before the waters close completely over our heads.