Friday, 21 March 2025

A day writing

Overcast today with occasional light drizzle, but mild enough at 16 degrees. I slept badly waking up early with shoulder pain. Astonishing news about Heathrow having to be closed for the day as a result of losing its entire power supply due to a fire in a key electricity transformer station. Unprecedented, embarassing, causing travel chaos for hundreds of thousands, with planes having to be diverted to airports at home and abroad, as they were unable to land. It may never have happened before, that the backup transformer also failed to deliver, but it does reveal what sort of risk management is going to be required when the world's energy requirements are met largely by grid electricity. Perhaps it's providential and will lead to a re-think of what level of resilience in our systems is required to avoid catastrophes in future.

Netanyahu's government is now threatening Hamas with the progressive annexation of land in Gaza and expulsion of its inhabitants if the remaining hostages are not set free. Analysts reckon that Hamas is far from defeated, as its militias have had an influx of new recruits, in reaction to the death and destruction meted out by the Israeli military. It's heartbreaking. It's criminal and heartbreaking,

After breakfast I continued writing grandpa Jack's new story ending, right through to lunchtime. Clare cooked tofu with veg. Afterwards I went to the surgery to book a medication review then did some grocery shopping and walked in the park for an hour and a half until drizzle turned into light rain, at which point I returned home. Clare had gone into town to buy printer cartridges while I was out, and didn't return until supper time. I spent the evening absorbed in trying to draw grandpa's story to a satisfactory conclusion, with the birth of his firstborn son, my dad John. Well, that's the plan anyway. Early bed now, to make up for the last couple of nights.

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