Oh dear. I woke up this morning with a sinking feeling. I’d spent the night dreaming I was trying and failing to get on a ferry in order to vote (it made sense at the time), and I woke up to discover that everything I’d feared last night had come to pass, except for the bit about the ferry. Add in a late night and an incipient headache (and we weren’t even playing any of the electoral drinking games) and I was not a happy bunny. Not only that but the clouds were looming and it looked as though the first full outing of the Ladies who Cycle was going to be rained off*. Things were not going well.
But fortunately something’s gone right today. The clouds parted and we got on our bikes for an hour of slightly wind-blown but sunny, chatty riding. I came back feeling refreshed and restored. And then I spent the next hour or so pulling out dandelions to the accompaniment of Eddie Mair managing not to take the constitutional situation entirely seriously. We’ve still got no government, and unless Nick Clegg manages to arm twist Cameron into making Vince Cable chancellor** I’m still not that hopeful about the future. But there are many many fewer dandelions in our drive.
And how was your election?
*for which I blame the tories, and I’m going to continue blaming them for everything that goes wrong from now on.
**please God. Or anyone but Twerpboy Osborne…