The Profits of Doom
Noticed Jacob planting potatoes last night. These are "specially prepared" seed potatoes that are sold to be ready for Christmas. Jacob asserts that he has heard of this global warming (GW) so they are bound to be OK.
Potatoes are of the Solanum genus and need lots of light, a property not much in evidence in the last three months of an English year; warmth is not the limiting factor. So unless the use of FWD vehicles on the school run has caused the Earth to untilt on its axis, I don't hold out much hope.
I trust that the reader, if such there be, does not gain the impression that I am a heretic about GW, because it is almost bound to be proclaimed a crime by this most pathetic of governments, and I don't wish to be reported to the GW gaulieter. No indeed, there is evidence abounding that my allotment was covered by many feet of ice not so long ago and it has certainly got warmer since then. So I am a True Believer (TB).
What actually caused the gradual increase in temperature since those frigid days is not clear, but I daily expect archaeological discoveries that will prove that the inhabitants were misusing their refrigerators and driving all over the country in SUVs. Jacob says that it will soon be too hot to grow cabbages so I'd better get on with planting my winter potatoes. Personally, I hope the end will be a bit farther away than that, but it doesn't stop the seed merchants turning an honest shilling out of the hopes and fears of TBs. That's what I call profits of doom.