Climate

I find it difficult to get used to the idea that after this planet has existed for I don't know how many million years this generation is responsible for the change in the climate. I know much cleverer people than my humble self have put forth theories so I will be written off as a foolish old woman but nevertheless I do not see it as a clear-cut case.
When I was young we didn't have "climate". That was a word we learned in our geography lessons. We just had peculiarly variable weather. The seasons sometimes got a bit mixed up. Some Christmases were mild and sometimes we had snow in May. In one's memory summer holidays were always sunny whereas if the truth were told there were a good many August days when I would spend my time looking out of the window at the rain and wishing I could go on the swings in the Rec.
I think the weather is better in many respects. We have made great strides in reducing pollution. Think of the fogs in Victorian days. The Russians, great readers of Dickens, think we still have them. I can vividly remember thick yellow fog in the thirties when it was quite dangerous to cross the road even in daylight.
I quite agree that we must look after our world for our own and future generations by cutting down waste etc. but let's not go overboard. In this lovely country we have weather. Whatever else would we talk about?