Another restless night. To be fair to the hounds,
they were quiet. But (somehow or other) I managed to do something to my left hip yesterday and I couldn’t get
comfortable.
I got up early, and over brekkie watched an episode
of “Flowers”. It passed twenty
minutes whilst Sid and Fudge snored. Treacle and Pogo stayed upstairs. And with
telly watched I had a look at the Internet. Facebook seemed to be strangely
quiet this morning.
I looked at the election results. The Conservatives
had won. I then had a look at the local result. Compared to the last election
the Conservative vote was up five per cent and was again more than all the
other votes combined. The Liberal Democrat vote was down two per cent and the
Labour vote was down an amazing twenty-five per cent on 2017. Interestingly the
Green vote was nearly double what it was last time.
Bearing in mind that in the run-up to the election
my Facebook feed was alive with people proud to be voting Labour and no one was
brave enough to say they supported the Tories, I have to wonder if this either
this election was in some way fixed or whether social media is no reflection of
society?
As I drove to work the talk on the radio was all
about yesterday's election. A resounding success for the Conservatives... but
as the talk went on I don't think that the Conservatives won it so much as
Labour lost it. In many of the seats which Labour lost, their votes went to the
Brexit party. It was hinted that we hadn't so much had an election as had
staged a popularity contest between a likable (if lying) showman and a idiot
who was disliked by the media.
Mind you the election went on outside of England in
the other parts of the UK too. The Scottish Nationalists did well (and will probably ask for independence next week), and there's now more nationalist Irish MPs than unionist
What will happen next? - time will tell.
I stopped off in Tesco on my way to work. I felt we
deserved some sweeties for work. I got a bottle of plonk too; you can't go that
far wrong with Bulgarian Merlot, can you?.
I went in to work; my hip got worse as the day went
on. I wish I knew what I'd done to it; I certainly wouldn't do it again. The
sweeties I'd bought went down well. We also had some Christmas puzzles to work
on... Christmassy words from A to Z? My favourite was "Raven-haired temptress" for R.
As I worked, the I.T. people were busying about in
the background. They were getting rather heated in their discussions about
reflexed P-maps (as opposed to
unsolicited ones). Matters were further confused when P-maps were
being mistaken for R-Y messages (as opposed to
point-to-point queuing or L-His flags).
In the end the decision was made to go with what
they'd got, but there seemed to be quite a bit of uncertainty as to what it was
that they'd actually got.
It's another world, isn't it?
Meanwhile as I type this, Treacle is trying to eat
half a coat-hanger. I wish she wouldn’t…
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