This morning we wake, to quote Michael Buble, to a new day, a new dawn and a proper elected Prime Minister, rather one that just snook in and took over ……
……. and yesterday, despite our First Anniversary celebrations of our moving into The Towers, we still found time to cast our votes. It was a responsibility we took very seriously and again the responsibility weighed heavy upon our shoulders until our X’s finally marked the spot.
We have to admit that by Thursday night we were all electioned out. We’d diligently watched and listened to all debates and party election broadcasts, and then in the evening, after tea, we’d debated amongst ourselves, but nothing of a heated. We were a little disappointed that we weren’t able to debate on our own doorstep with an actual, real life candidate but The Towers was obviously not on anyone’s canvasing list, but never mind!
We had to vote in the church again, a little traumatic for Nigel last time, but forewarned is forearmed, I just told Nigel that if he kept his head down, and got in the voting booth as quickly as he could, avoiding all eye contact with anything of an ecumenical, monastic or ecclesiastical type nature or anything that vaguely resembled a font …. he should to remain unanointed, uncircumcised and definitely not fitted for a cassock!
And are we in jubilant or deflated mood ?……. Well, that would be telling!