That's the title for the Shell Economist Prize this year. 2000 words for a $10000 prize. The problem is finding a way to convert my ideas into a prize-winning essay. Here, we had the coldest and most dismal day for a long time, while I read about London roasting in 35. That's a distant memory, not to be repeated here for six months. Elsewhere, life continues pretty much as usual. I can't believe that Chris's school sports will actually happen today. Let's wait and see.