At the end of this month I'll be slow-marching through London with Just Stop Oil. Will the government pay attention? Probably not. At the moment Ritchie Sunak is obsessed with a) small boats filled with migrants, shock horror and b) nitrous oxide, for Pete's sake. He's saying it'll be OK if we carbon capture with technology that doesn't exist yet.

We urgently need a general election NOW to get rid of this collection of idiots - not that I'm saying that the other guys are much better, but it's possible they may listen better. Or at least not be so obsessed with feathering their nest and giving gongs to their chums, that they can't do anything else.

Why am I doing it? Purely selfish reasons. That feeling of dread I've been waking up to and going to sleep to, goes away when I get out on the road and protest. At least I'm doing something; at least when my putative grandkids ask me "What did you do in the climate crisis, granny?" I'll be able to say I marched, I protested and I tried to get people to listen and understand. Maybe more.