Let me just look out of the window so I can tell you what the weather is doing here right now.
Ok, I'm back. It's raining.
The lot up in the North have been accusing the lot in the South of hanging on to their set of ten high-volume water pumps and allowing places like York to flood. This year, the Somerset Levels have not flooded, because they have ten high-volume water pumps on the go which were made especially for the area. Get your own bloody water pumps, you skinflints.
Anyway, the Levels were turned into dry land hundreds of years ago by a load of Dutchmen. You can get your own Dutchmen as well.
The more high walls they build around the banks of city rivers, the more the water is concentrated and sent off down to flood someone else. It's a game of pass the parcel really, and will probably end up in the Somerset Levels anyway if they don't take responsibility for their own water.
At least in Scotland the water is channelled into hydro-electric generators which serve England, just over the border. If Scotland broke away, we would have to pay for that. Or would we?
My late mother. - This is the last of my series of old photos, and a particular favourite of my late mother. Not too PC these days, but I like it anyway.
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