COP26 diary: at last, a dinner

My only commitments of today are a meeting with an Indian friend and a dinner, but I become involved in the determination of the “health people” in the blue zone at COP26, perhaps 50-100 of us, to get Alok Sharma, the president of COP26, to receive the healthy prescription letter signed by health organisations representing 46 million health workers and brought from Geneva to Glasgow by cycling health workers.1 Sharma, I imagine, must be in a bunker somewhere in the innermost and most well guarded sanctum of COP26. I doubt he's eating a healthy diet, sleeping well, or exercising. He's more likely presiding over a disaster than a triumph and besieged by messages from people demanding the earth, the oceans, and the stars. It seems unlikely that he has actively rebuffed us, more likely no message of ours has ever reached him. I suggest a strategy of getting Conservative MPs to talk to him as they will have more influence than any other group. Unfortunately, nobody knows any Conservative MPs. My next suggestion …