It's hard to know whether to laugh or cry at the mixed messages the Government sends out on climate change, when surely the time for obfuscation and contradiction are not only long gone but must not be allowed to cloak the magnitude of the task of saving the planet.
For only by getting everyone, everywhere, to recognise the urgency of the problem and start to take steps to solve it do we stand a chance of survival. Really, it's that stark.
Yet still every farmer and his political dog wants to minimise the danger, or make excuses as to why they needn't act, or otherwise soothe and lull the public into believing some random miracle will suddenly make the crisis go away without anyone having to do any real hard yards.
At which point you realise we're living in a modernised version of a Grimm fairytale of the sort where it all ends in blood and tears to prove the moral that foolishness is its own reward.
Half the Cabinet (or so it seems) is jetting off to Paris to shuffle words with the rest of the world in an attempt to finally nail down some sort of limited agreement for reducing emissions; but you know their hearts aren't in it.