I had a vague idea to
stay up to watch the election results as they came in last night. But
only a vague idea. I had a simular idea at the last General
Election; at the time I was in a caravan in Weymouth.
But realistically with no
news likely to be forthcoming until the small hours I decided to go
to kip and turn on the telly if and when I went for a tiddle in the
middle of the night. That tiddle happened shortly after 2am when only
thirteen results had been declared. I was glad I'd not stayed up,
and went back to bed where I had a rather restless night. I had a
very odd dream in which following a rather messy car accident my dog
(in "Doctor Who" style) regenerated into a black
horse. Going through my daily round with a large horse in tow proved
somewhat problematical, and it was with something of a sense of
releif that I woke tangled in the air-hose of my CPAP machine.
I got up and had a look
at tthe telly. Locally the election result had been announced. At
Parliamentary level (as expected) the Conservative
candidate had got more votes than all the other candidates combined.
And the electorate made
the wrong decision at
local level too.
The pundits were still
offering sage wisdom about what the national position might be. Until
all the results were in, so-called "sage wisdom" was
little more than hot air and so I put on some light entertainment.
"Secret Diary of a Call Girl" is usually witty and
amusing, and unlike political commentary it usually involves Billie
Piper running round in saucy undercrackers. This episode didn't
disappoint.
After a little while I
got the lead onto my dog and we set off for a walk. There is a small
geo-series in Appledore I fancied visiting today, and earlier in the
week I posted on the local geo-forum asking if anyone fancied coming
for a stroll. A dozen of us met up and we had a little wander. The
series I had in mind was only an hour's walk over a mile or so. It
was really good to be walking with friends, and for the first time on
one of these walks "Furry Face TM"
didn't run off.
Mind you he did get
absolutely smothered in fox poo.
After an hour our short
walk was done. Sadly some of our number had to set off home at this
point; those of us with time on our hands relocated to Appledore
Village Hall. It was only a short drive, but my dog did stink. We had
a swift lunch and cuppa, and then set off round the Appledore Amble
geo-series. I'd done the secret geo-thing on most of this series
before, but I wasn't going to turn down a decent walk through
beautiful scenery with some rather good company.
And half way round I had
the chance to "encourage" "Furry Face TM"
to take a dip in the canal. That shifted a large amount of the fox
poo.
Amazingly the rain didn't
start until literally thirty seconds before we got back to the car
park. We said our goodbyes, and we came home for bath time. Despite
having had a dip in the canal, my dog certainly got a good scrubbing.
I took a few
photos whilst we were out; I uploaded them then turned on the
telly.
My prediction that I made
yesterday was wrong; we have a Conservative government. One with a
majority in the House of Commons... but for all that have we *really*
got a majority government? Look
deeper into the results.
It's odd that the Tories
have more seats in the House of Commons than all the other parties
combined when they only got (just over) a third of the total
votes cast.
Simularly the Scottish
Nationalist have (about) a tenth of the seats in the House of
Commons having secured (just under) a twentieth of the votes
cast, and UKIP only got one seat despite having twelve per cent of
the electorate behind them.
Meanwhile the Green Party
got (just over) six times more votes than the Democratic
Unionist Party but have only one seat compared to their eight.
Mind you I'm still
sulking....
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