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[pensnest]

I was excited to vote on Thursday. For the first time in I don't know how many years I'm in a constituency where my vote might actually count. And when Beast and I got to the polling station there was a *queue*! I've never had to wait to vote before. It felt as though something good might be happening.

It wasn't.

Yeah. Fuck.

So very disappointing.

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A little light relief.

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Thursday was otherwise quite busy. Zumba in the morning was a fun class. After lunch I went to a pottery painting place to produce a name-plate for the house, which is always good for the soul. And in the evening the Barbershop Choir had a fun, ecumenical sort of rehearsal. We had visiting line dancers and visiting tap dancers. They showed us their stuff, we sang for them, then everybody had a go at line dancing, some of us had a go at a tap routine, and we taught them to sing in four-part harmony. Plus a cake stall, a book sale, and a sale of sundries for charity, on the side. And I passed my voice test with flying colours.

Friday was bed day, as our new beds and mattresses were delivered and we constructed them, up in the attic. They look quite good, and acceptably sturdy. The hardest part was getting the mattresses up the stairs—they were vacuum-packed and rolled tightly, and quite heavy. They are now airing on the beds.

At some point during the afternoon, a one-ton digger rumbled insouciantly up to park in our driveway. The driver cheerfully handed me the key and said I could move it if it was in the way.

So today, men have come to excavate a trench in the back garden and dig us a new soakaway. Dear me, it is all happening, isn't it!

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Campers, do make sure you're keeping up with sparklyukfans.

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[chalcopyrite]

The driver cheerfully handed me the key and said I could move it if it was in the way.

Oh wow. I think I'd have a very hard time not abusing that. "Ooh, it's in the way, I better move it! ... Nope, still in the way! Gotta move it again! Hey, you know what's really in the way? That giant rock!"

This is perhaps why no one has ever left me a giant digger in the driveway. Sigh.

[rikes]

I tried operating a very small digger in a science museum we went to the other week. Based on that experience, nobody should let me operate a giant digger. :D

[chalcopyrite]

I strongly suspect no one should let me operate a giant digger either. I doubt this would stop me trying. g

[pensnest]

People here in Norwich do seem to be quite imprudently friendly! However, I decided not to try moving the digger. I'd probably have demolished the Lion's Cage!

[rikes]

It's clearly a bad time for elections. We had general elections three weeks ago and are getting a horribly conservative government next. :/

[pensnest]

Perhaps they're putting something in the water. *peers round suspiciously*

It's the politics of fear. Amazingly potent.

[turps]

I was hoping for good things in the election, but it wasn't to be. Well, unless you count seeing Farage get the grin wiped off his face when he didn't win his seat.

Are you planning on sleeping in the attic or are those your guest rooms?

[pensnest]

Small consolation, but worth having, it's true.

Those are, uh, some of our guest rooms! At present the main guest bedroom is not usable due to absence of curtains—it faces the dawn, and I doubt we'll have many guests who want to wake up that early. But there's not much point having spare bedrooms without beds, so...

[turlough]

I felt disappointed just reading about the result of the British election. I can imagine how much more it would be knowing you'll have to live with it for the next x number of years.

I don't even have a driver's license but I would have been tempted to move that digger anyway :-)