All summer long, myself and the kids have been using out new 100 metre hose and watering cans to keep our vegetables, trees and fruit bushes from dying. It has been a daily ritual and we have done well. On Friday, like the rest of you, I got a phone alert from the convicted fraudster Louise Haigh who is our deputy PM, warning me not to light a fire or barbecue because of the drought. It is all so 1976.
By illegal immigrant I mean a cat which is not one of our cats entering our land, not one of the doctors, dentists, women and children landing at Dover today seeking asylum from war torn France.
The global warming nutters are having a field day in this long dry summer. This year, 2026, the BBC and others insist is proof of man-made climate change, or global warming as it was once called. I refer you back to the year 1540
My little helpers are willing assistants and as well are all now back in Wales there is plenty to harvest as you can see below.
The political and media class, the GroupThink led by the BBC and the Guardian, are telling you that raging wildfires across Europe are a sign of global warming. Unfortunately there is some rather awkward data.
In rural Shropshire a quarter of a million buys you a fairly decent new build house. Hence there is some anger from locals, whose kids struggle to get on the housing ladder, that 21 homes on a new estate at Stoke Heath have been bought by Serco to house 83 asylum seekers who will be living there for free while funded on benefits. But to me the real absurdity of the asylum laws is revealed by the 1 family of asylum seekers already on site. That is Muhammad Nadeem, Shamaila and their four kids.
The BBC is creaming itself as we enter the final part of June and temperatures go up. It’s a heatwave again and more proof of man made global warming we are told. And it’s not just Britain, the Frogs are sweltering as well with the BBC today reporting the highest temperature was 43 degrees in Bordeaux. Wow.
This year I hope to celebrate my 13th wedding anniversary. Who would have thought it? Do my skills as a chef offset my numerous failings or is my wife just a saint? This was date night last week: poached salmon in dill and lemon, lightly cooked tomatoes and samphire. And to drink? Home made elderflower champagne – it has been a good year on that front.
Stainsby is a man who is already a convicted paedophile for offences committed before his Warwick days. The week after he was sentenced for 14 years in 2022 one of his victims at Warwick who had given evidence to the Police, killed himself. Stainsby was finally charged by Warwickshire police in December last year.
We could go to Rob McElhenney and “It’s always sunny in Philadelphia” and then to the Declan Swans song “It’s always sunny in Wrexham: praising the new co-owner of our local club. But I refer to the weather map pumped out by the BBC and others which always seems to show Wrexham as being that little bit warmer than other parts of Wales and the neighbouring English counties. Is it really always sunny in Wrexham? Er..no.
The liberal left hates Tulsi Gabbard because she was once a Democrat congresswoman from Hawaii but is now a Republican. Unusually among politicians Tulsi served in the military and like Bobby Kennedy she felt the Dems left her not the other way round: over (lack of) free speech, too many foreign wars, sucking up to big food and big pharma and other matters. For crossing the aisle she has been smeared, notably by crooked Hillary Clinton, as a “Russian asset” and generally demonised.
The Mrs is organising a small gathering to watch Eurovision. I am slaving over a stove in between penning articles preparing a meal of Spanish food as Franco’s ideological heirs are boycotting the event. Natch there is also Sabre hummus on offer. Now can you guess where my ten votes from Wales will be going?
The good news for the Greek taxman and for me is that what is known as the Greek Hovel is now almost fully let out thus summer. I shall be there, in the Mani region made famous by Paddy Leigh Fermor, with my family for two and a half weeks but for the rest of the summer we let it out, generating taxes for the Greek government and income for me to maintain the house and pool. As of now there are just a couple of weeks in June and a few more in September unbooked.
I have lost none of my old friends in Kambos but have two new best friends. There is Manos who runs the ouzeria who has helped me change a car wheel in the pouring rain, tried to fix my strimmer and is always there when help is needed. Whatever I order, and it always centres on a healthy cabbage and carrot salad and a couple of sticks of diced pork, the bill is always 10 Euro. However I juggle coffees or an ouzo for me or someone else, the bill is always the same. With a breakfast of oats and milk I really could live here for twenty quid a day.
I just spotted a large lizard sitting on the steps up to the Greek Hovel. I think that is unwise since olive harvester T’s best pal Doggy is a frequent visitor these days and would have it for breakfast. The spring is bringing everything out and so I am hoarding snake repellent canistors and starting to put them up around the house. But there are less threatening species out there.
