Cowart's Common Room
Gosh, what a difference a few hours makes. We are into a General Election here on the Coo and will no doubt be bombarded fiercely with paper and sloganeering for the next seven and a half weeks. I called into Waitrose this afternoon and an old friend, knowing I was of the Lib Dem persuasion even asked me whether I would be standing? He used to be Mayor of the town and I am still wondering whether he was in jest. Still it is nice to be asked.
But apart from politics there's not a lot happening. The family have disappeared, we are back to work. I have plants to plant and the lawn to mow. Louise Lear is telling me that there will be frost, but luckily we are fairly close to the sea and that keeps us warm. Anyway I am not digging up my newly planted geraniums: they will have to take their chance.
Planting them was the only thing I did do over Easter. You set aside tasks to keep you busy over the four days of holiday and then you find it comes to an end before you have done any of them. Always seems to happen - with Christmas as well.
Anyway try not to get too caught up in the political whirlpool. The only thing I predict is that the election will not be predictable. Expect the unexpected. We shall probably be invaded by Scotland and hacked by the Russians. We live, as the Chinese say, in interesting times.