You can't help loving the British and their ardent interest in the weather. Yesterday in Argaka we had terrific thunder and lightning and inches of rain. I know it was inches as the pool was literally overflowing. What did we do? We sat on the terrace, with very little on, and laughed and enjoyed the rain. Quite mad and I seem to remember doing the same thing last year.
We had switched all our electrical devices off, and so missed the second half of the Singapore Grand Prix. Does it matter? In the grand scheme of things I don't think so, but I shan't be as laid back and forgiving if I miss a second of England v Wales (or Japan v Scotland, come to think of it). We like to think we have our priorities right.
The news from mainland Europe and the unending stream of migrants and refugees fills every news broadcast, and the governments of the EU plan to have emergency meetings. Now? No in a couple of weeks time. Fences are going up and borders are being closed and, unfortunately, the open door of the Germans, and to a lesser extent the Swedes, is acting like a magnet drawing those iron filings faster and faster, in greater and greater numbers, towards a safe haven.
Of course the Germans have an ulterior motive with their ageing population and - reportedly - six hundred thousand job vacancies. Compassion and a desire to do what they consider right is also a factor, but I wonder whether these countries will start categorising these migrants into useful and not so useful. Who knows? What I do know is that the present torrent of migrants and refugees cannot continue, especially in the way it is formulating at the moment. Answers on a postcard to ...