The weather presenter on the radio this morning said “It’s
going to be unseasonably mild again, but not for long, so make the most of it”
I hope you don’t mind me not turning in for work on this
lovely, warm, sunny day. Please be assured that I had fully intended fully
attending work, but received firm, some might say authoritative instructions to
do something rather more interesting.
Please imagine for one second. There I was, ready to leave
the house for work, willing, if not eager to spend another day in your lovely
company. Suddenly, I hear the weather presenter on the radio (national radio that is)
and I probably do her a disservice describing her as a presenter. I’m sure she
was in fact a fully qualified and experienced expert in all things
meteorological. Anyway, she gave a clear, unequivocal instruction to “make the
most of it” - the unseasonably warm weather, that is.
Now, before you jump to any conclusions about me skiving off
work to lounge around the garden, let me point out no less, or more, than three
quite critical points:
1.I do not actually have a garden, merely a small
rear yard, with quite insufficient lounging room.
2.This was an instruction broadcast on the BBC – a
publicly funded institution, paid for by us all. So, in effect, I was being
democratically instructed by the nation to make the most of the nice weather.
That includes you.
3.Who are we to trust, in matters of the weather
and how we should cope with it, if not the experts? Why do we rely on the Met
Office to issue severe weather warnings, flood alerts and the like, if all we
do is turn a blind eye, or two in my case? Surely only anarchy lies down that
I trust this explanation meets
your approval and will see you tomorrow, weather permitting.