The dawn came up not quite like thunder this morning revealing a bright sun glinting off the clouds. The day ahead beckoned brightly. When the sun shines the world is a better place, people almost smile, and indeed beneath the thick clothing they had wrapped themselves in they may well have been smiling, it was just impossible to know.
George Osborne must have been delighted. Before leaving for the House of Commons he entered his office at the Treasury, sat in one of the newly installed seats (the office revamp costing a mere £10.2 Million) and began to read his notes on cutting public spending by £3 Billion.
For the most part I have ignored what he said. An attack on the lazy young was not unexpected, they do note vote but the 'Daily Mail' reader does, and shifting a pittance here and a pittance there he hopes to rescue his party from destruction at the next election, and replace Cameron as leader. After all he is the one doing all the work, right George? Whatever he says makes little difference to most of us.
Yesterday, as the sun raced far too quickly below the horizon, I crossed the field heading for town. Today the rain hammered down at a 45% angle. The wind reached 25 miles an hour here yet way up north in the Scots Highlands winds of 148 miles an hour were recorded! Snow fell, winds blew, trains were halted, lorries turned over and sadly people died. Much nearer here along the East Anglian coast a combination of wind and high tides threaten to engulf the homes of many. Electric pylon falling all over Scotland, followed by flooded houses near here. I become grateful to be housed, upstairs, in an area that rarely suffers damage like those poor folks endure.
There is something about a tree bare of leaves that stands stark against a blue sky. I do not refer to the blue sky being so rare, my thoughts concern the contrast between the two. There are photographs in there, however I fail to get them out.
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