One of the great benefits of boycotting all the legacy media and anyone else pushing the global warming crap, is that I don’t get a weather forecast. Not that they are any longer forecasts, instead they are yet another tool in the armoury of the global warming nuttters trying to manipulate people, as they did during covid, to stay indoors, not to travel, etc etc.
The fun thing, is waking up everyone morning and having no idea what the weather will be like when I open the curtains (although if it is windy, I obvious hear the wind, etc.).
But it is really a delight to see the weather … a little bit like having Christmas everyday … although there are far too many great aunt handkerchiefs and socks that were not wanted. However, even the rainy days play there part, for they make the glorious sunny mornings a true delight, an unexpected present brought to me by nature.
Yes, those who get told what weather the weathermen are going to give them tomorrow, learn to accept what they are given. They learn to do as they are told, to go out when the weather is “good” and to stay at home when it saves CO2 or promotes the covid hysteria. But, I don’t do that. Each morning, indeed, each afternoon, the weather is an unexpected gift.
