The fog of war

Foggy days are here. For a few days over the past week or so, we have had some thick fog in the early mornings. It’s the sort of miserable fog which takes hours to lift. It dampens the mood, as the sun is not yet strong enough to burn through it quickly.

Spring was in the air for one or two days last week, and some of the lower level flowers have started springing up at the slight rise in daytime temperatures. We are forecast to brighten up a bit later today but looking out the window, I’m not holding my breath.

Oil prices rose dramatically over night, as expected, thanks to the latest Israeli “special operation” in the Middle East, and the announcement from the Iranians that they have elected a new Supreme Leader. Things are about to ramp up (again) so we are in for a bumpy ride a little while longer yet.

Meanwhile, in the UK, I can only imagine how many people are softly breathing a sigh of relief that Ofgem lowered the energy price cap by a whopping 7% a mere 3 days before the first bomb dropped. Selfishly, I count myself among them.

Today, the birds don’t fly
Except the metal ones in the sky
For this is the fog of war.