Rob Crossley

I don’t want to start an auction, but I have socks lurking at the back of my drawer from school. I left school in 1986.

I’ve given up on them.

God, this is like watching a session of the Chinese Communist Party. The boasting. The fawning. The sycophancy. The tawdriness. The lies. The conceit. The arrogance. My flesh creeps. The GOP disgusts me. The Democrats are useless.

The past ten years has just been the same clutch of morons and apologists insisting that Trump would never cross that line and then shuffling along with him to insist that he would never cross that next one.

Day 7 without power here. We hugely appreciate the work the crews are doing and the challenges they face. However, is it the case that they are now doing emergency remedial work that should’ve been regular maintenance that was neglected over the last five years? Happy to be proved wrong.

Hopefully this crisis will prompt a shift in focus to prevention rather than reaction. Needs big investment in infrastructure though so not holding my breath.

No offence Alan but I can’t wait for the spring when I can stop following you. In the meantime, I can’t stop doom scrolling.

Snow overnight in South Sligo. Our fourth day marooned. Beautiful though and enough coffee left to get us to Saturday and (hopefully) the thaw.