Head Rambles Manor. Date: 25th April 2031
You are lucky that I am able to write this as I have had no power for the last week or so.
We have been having quite a spell of reasonable weather. We have had a few sunny days and it has been dead calm with the odd light breeze. As a result of this, we are having one of our regular blackouts, as the wind-farms haven’t been able to generate more than a couple of megawatts.
I am reasonably warm, as the new house has been built of hay-bales which are quite good as insulation. The neighbours didn’t fair so well last week however when their hay-house burned to the ground. I managed to charge a few batteries during the sunny days, but they discharged again after I boiled a couple of kettles.
The one thing that is bothering me is that I am fucking starving. There isn’t any food to be had anywhere. I blame the Local Produce Law which they enacted a couple of years ago that states that all food shops are forbidden to sell anything that is produced more than five miles from the shop. That’s all very well, but all the farms around here are growing nothing but rape seed and rushes for use as fuel, so the only way to obtain food is on the black market. I could travel a bit further afield to do my shopping but the battery in the car is flat yet again. The fucking thing only seems to last about twenty miles before it needs a recharge, and then of course there is no electricity to recharge it.
I have taken to buying those old car batteries. It is illegal of course because there is nowhere to dispose them when they run flat. I have a mountain of the damned things filling the garden at the moment, and am thinking of building an extension out of them, just to clear some space.
There is a rumour doing the rounds that we are to have some windy days over the coming week or two. That would normally cheer me a bit as at least I could boil a kettle to have a cuppa, but now there is that new law that states that domestic users can only use electricity when there is none, because if there is power, then it all has to be given to industry and the like. In the last four months, the factories have been up and running for about twenty days. No wonder the shelves are bare.
The great irony is that the directorate in the United States of Europe have been introducing all these draconian measures for the last few years to save the planet and so far it hasn’t made the blind bit of difference to World Climate or anything else for that matter. All they have done is to make life miserable. Because of their complete lack of success they are talking about introducing new laws next month that will make euthanasia compulsory for the over forties as they now reckon that it is our exhaled breath that is causing this mythical Global Warming.
I would light up and relax with a nice pipe-full of baccy but the only place left where we can smoke is in a designated one acre field to the west of Dingle.
How I wish I was back in 2011……