Well, interesting that the polls were correct. And interesting times ahead, I daresay. I wonder how long it’ll all last, and whether we’ll have another election within a year.
We didn’t get much sleep last night – in fact, the Sage couldn’t sleep so came down to watch the results come in and finally dozed off on the sofa. I left the house at 7.30 and pedalled dismally off in the direction of Yagnub. My legs ached. I looked at the little upward inclination over the bridge towards the post office and thought I couldn’t do it. I was too lazy to get off and walk however, so kept going.
I came away from my meeting, several hours later, dispirited. I wish I could talk about it, because it would make me feel better and you’d have interesting insights into the matter, but I may not. I came home and cooked bacon sandwiches for lunch. I offered the Sage a glass of wine “I’m having one, will you join me?” “I’ll fall asleep,” he confessed. “Good idea,” I said. He accepted the wine.
I leap capriciously between frivolity, formality and severity. “I think we should do this very formally, dear,” I said to a member of staff. And then did. There were chuckles all round at the ‘dear’, but I like to summarise at the end, it helps me to marshall my thoughts and, I think, is helpful for the person taking minutes. And I know when not to do it – the dear and darling, that is. I wonder if there’s a deliberate quirkiness? I don’t think so, but I don’t mind the thought of being slightly unpredictable. But, even there, does that make me easy to read for someone perceptive?
I suspect so. I’m an open book and if you find one of the pages sticks, I’ll help you to turn it. I’m no woman of mystery.
This is published twice because Blogger was on the blink the first time round. I saved it, put it on a Word document, saved it again from that (cautious, me) and put it in a new post. That’s all I did. And it’s neither the usual font or the peculiar one. Sorry, but at least words aren’t cut apart whimsically at the end of each line, and there isn’t a huge gap between paragraphs. I’ll hope for better things tomorrow. As will everyone in the country, in a less *Z* related way.