“ON THIS SPOT . . .
. . . IN 1832, NOTHING HAPPENED.”
Thus reads an amusing spoof memorial plaque in a friend’s garden. It’s probably a true statement: he lives in the middle of rural Wales, under the shadow of the Cambrian Mountains.
However, apart from reports of people doing nasty things to each other or fiddling their expences, there has been nothing for me to comment on this week.
Usually, some politician or other does something dafter than the rest of his kind (which takes great talent). If you don’t live in our land, you may find that hard to believe! And, being of a political nature, I expand on such events in this column.
So, “for reasons beyond my control”, this column will be a little shorter than usual.
I cannot let you thing that there has been no real news in Wales this week, of course. Therefore, I will tell you – and the rest of the world – that, after weeks of hot sunshine, we are now into the monsoon season with yellow-alerts of flooding all over the place.
Bet that comes as exciting news!