To misquote Churchill: I'm not sure if this is the end, or even the beginning of the end, but it's too bloody cold to not be the end of the beginning of the start of...
My mind has frozen over. Creaked to a halt. Something has gone wrong.
It has frozen over not due to some personal tragedy or unfortunate event, but due to the weather. I know this is supposed to be a food/why I can't stand the kids, type diary, but it was so freezing cold today - peppered with blizzard like flurries of snow - that I had to write something about it.
As I said to more than one person today, it feels like it's time to dig a big hole, fill it with cans of beans and climb inside with a shotgun while waiting for the end of the world.
It is not supposed to be like this - something is wrong.
Scared?
Not me. Or I wouldn't be if I didn't have children.
I always thought I would be ready for any apocalypse due to me not really engaging with modern society in the first place. I would have been happy as what the Buddha called a 'wilderness dweller'. I was positively looking forward to it; wandering around eating berries and communing with the birds, meditating in leafy glades while the sprites and fairies of old, who had been too scared to show themselves due to fear of the omnipresent homo sapiens, danced and played lyres for my amusement. Oh what a glorious doom.
But now I have a family I look on the end of days through a much different lens. Of course a cold snap in March isn't a portent of the end of the world. It's probably, on its own, not even evidence of climate change, but it was enough to get me thinking: I do bugger all for the good of mankind. I am little more than a moocher off our good Earth. I've never really been anything other than a sniping critic of all that is and will ever be. But now I have children and in my selfish desire to see that they at least, don't grow up in a world dominated by pestilence, disease, famine and war, I think it is time I tried to do something. I don't know what this will be, I don't know if there is actually anything I can do, but if I am going to be able to sleep at nights, I think it is time I at least tried.
Grilled Chicken with Moroccan Spices 2 Large Chicken Breasts 1 TBSP Olive Oil Mix of equal parts: salt, black pepper and paprika, plus a little cinnamon, cumin, coriander, ginger and cayenne. |
Warm Roast Vegetable Tabouleh 150g Couscous 2 TBSP Olive Oil 1 Onion ½ Red Pepper 1 Courgette 1 Tomato 3cm Cucumber 1 (Big, Mild) Red Chilli Few Black Olives Juice of ½ Lemon Fresh Coriander Flat Leaf Parsley Salt Black Pepper |