Ten days before the General Election and only God and the ‘Daily mail’ know which way it will land.
I’m voting in Battersea, the ‘oosbind is voting in East Sussex whilst Bee is voting for the first time, we’ve had many discussions around the table, in the garden, in the car and on the telephone. I’m delighted that she is taking it so seriously. Part of me wonders whether it won’t make a blind bit of difference whoever gets in. But I do have a problem with a lot of Mr. Camerons policies, am dismayed by some of Nick Clegg’s notions and am affeared that Mr. Brown will be exhausted after fighting to remain standing up after running up hill whilst tied to a tractor.
The shortest week.
I’ve been in bed for two days with this wretched bug. Not a nice bed fellow. I got up yesterday and managed to get myself out to see somebody who shifted the condition. Then when I got back to the flat I decided I would start writing again. Oh the relief to finally get my … Read more