There was a moment’s peace, with the faint murmurings of the dishwasher in the next room only disturbed by the all knowing pronouncements of Mark Lawrenson in comment on the football World Cup match between Spain and the Netherlands. The children were all in bed, but weren’t quite ready to sleep.
Rowan came downstairs after persuading them to close their eyes, and started to tidy the piles of toys left on the living room floor. John felt a vague momentary feeling of guilt as he sat and watched, in front of his laptop.
The past few days had been busy and long, with head hitting pillow in the early hours each night. No contracts had been signed, but there was a lot of work to persuade the railwaymen of Britain to adopt new approaches. He had to be honest with himself, it wasn’t all slog. Two of the late nights had involved a spot of food out in London, meeting with friends and colleagues, intent on turning the oil tanker of human society against the drag of willful ignorance about the need to change the way works.
Van Persie scored a wonder goal with a looping header to level the match for the Netherlands. Holland. They were playing in Brazil, which is a hot and humid part of the world at the best of times. In the south of the country, 130 cities are in a state of emergency as torrential rain and floodwater engulf the region, and tens of thousands have been evacuated.
Like a fly gorging on effluent, blissfully unaware of the massive form of the rolled up newspaper poised threateningly above it, the crowds of brightly coloured fans knew little of the trouble brewing just below the surface of the Pacific Ocean. The Child is awaking, after years of heat building up in the deep ocean. El Nino is nearly upon us.
The much maligned scientists, unfortunate messengers being shot with every new report, have used the technologies at the forefront of the advances of the human race, from vast super-computers to detailed intricate surveys of the extremities of the planet. Only recently they have finished collating the data, and the news again is not good. Their is nothing left to stop Antarctica from melting into the oceans, and Greenland is on its way. The tipping point has passed. Our oceans will be metres higher, and there is nothing we can now do to stop it.