Tuckered Out

June 9, 2017

When you were going to go to bed but then you caught the news about the exit poll and you ended up staying up way past your bedtime waiting for just a few more results to come in …

sleeping hare

not dead, only sleeping

… I think this young hare speaks for the nation today. And yes, it is genuinely fast asleep like that, not dead. It just crashed out like that on our patio. It’s nice that they feel that relaxed about being in our garden …


Therapy

May 7, 2010

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…


Election Fever. Or Not.

May 5, 2010

We’ve had a bit of an invisible election up here, despite our votes being – according to Voter Power – 1.96 times more powerful than the average for the UK. We’re supposedly one of those key marginals the Tories have to win, but apart from some shiny leaflets through the post – and nearly being run off the road on my bike by the SNP car – I’ve not had any actual contact with any actual candidates since the election was called (my campaigning activities, such as they are, have been confined to the next door constituency). Nor have people been talking about it much. In the past week a few posters have started to appear – and I can report that, if the fields are anything to go by, the Conservatives have got the bovine vote sewn up, but then we always knew that cows were natural Tories anyway. And last night, I did manage to have a political conversation in the pub and my entirely unscientific observations were that three people will be voting for the incumbent Labour MP, one because he went to school with him, the other two because he’s a good constituency MP. The rest were more or less evenly divided between ‘a plague on all their houses’ and ‘I can’t quite bring myself to vote for a party with a horsefly for a leader’. So that’s the LibDems scuppered.

Meanwhile, it gives me great pleasure to report that the local UKIP candidate has spent half the campaign on holiday … in his second home in France. I don’t think this is one of their really key target seats, do you?