My old mate John pointed out to me that I had been a bit harsh to pensioners in a recent blog titled “Why Does a Deluge Follow a Drought” where I said that old people bullshit about summers (or indeed winters) not being what they used to be. This was not meant as a nasty comment or indeed a harsh one, it was just a personal assessment that as we all get older we become nostalgic for periods in history that were only brief but tend stick in  the forefront of our minds. Our fond memories of summer are balmy days by the river or the seaside and we tend to forget that many days during those same periods were spent watching rain cascading down the window. Rain, because it is so common in Britain, is not remembered with the same drama and fondness as hot summer days or winter snow storms.

So if you are a pensioner reading this, please accept my apologies, no offence intended.