Why I'm Singing in the Rain ; It has Brought Misery for Some. But After Last Year's Dustbowl,What a Relief to See the Return of a Good Old-Fashioned British Summersaturday Essay
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THIS time last year, Britain was a different country. I am not referring to anything to do with politics, interest rates or the price of petrol. I mean, as a place to live in. The heat was something shocking. Day after day, week after week, sun scorched the landscape into yellowness. Commuters fried in stifling trains.
Neighbours shopped each other for illegal watering. Cars boiled over, and in city homes it became hard to sleep at nights. Many of us cursed half-witted forecasters who told us cheerfully each evening that 'tomorrow promises to be another bright, sunny day with only a small chance of a shower'. Small chance, indeed! Rain simply vanished from the menu. Plants wilted, rivers slowed, even some big trees began to look uncomfortable.See the full content of this document
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Why I'm Singing in the Rain ; It has Brought Misery for Some. But After Last Year's Dustbowl,What a Relief to See the Return of a Good Old-Fashioned British Summersaturday Essay
The stench of unmentionable things being grilled on barbecues drifted from garden to garden night after night. Ascot and Wimbledon came and went without a single gloating TV image of mud and wellies. And some of us became really rather frightened about what on earth climate change was doing to our precious weather.
This was not how Britain was meant to be. We did not want to be told that the new climate would be marvellous for making this a winegrowing country; that soon farme...See the full content of this document
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