After the Election Part 2

The light, when I woke at 6.42 this morning was beautiful, like the sun was shining through a jar of honey. Like Mole in Wind in the Willows, I felt the need to get up and frolic.

Sudden and magnificent, the sun’s broad golden disc showed itself over the horizon facing them; and the first rays, shooting across the level water-meadows, took the animals full in the eyes and dazzled them.

Of course, it soon passed. It’s quite ordinary now and I am wishing I had tried to catch it on camera. It’s quite an optimistic way to start the day after an election.

Don’t worry, my temporary interest in politics doesn’t extend to writing about it more than twice in two days, so it will soon be back to normal on the blog.

You have to sympathise with Kier Starmer. He came to power with a lot of expectations building up behind him, and then found himself in the real world, the one where things cost money, people don’t always do the right thing and foreign countries (no matter what they say) are not your friend.

Suddenly he’s giving money to strikers when schools need more funding and he’s having to buy missiles instead of hospital beds. And then he took the winter fuel payment off pensioners.

So he’s a typical spineless Labour politician to the Tories, he’s a disappointment to the voters who relied on him to produce Utopia like a rabbit from a hat and, uniting everyone against him, he’s Scrooge.

Add that to the fact that some of his MPs have already been revealed to have the morals of Conservatives and that sitting governments always do badly in council elections (it’s just a tradition like the Ceremony of the Keys – entrenched in British life but not really important –  I’m fairly sure that the important bit of Tower security is the Setting of the Alarm – we don’t want Thomas Blood trying again, do we?).

I thought about doing a Guy Fawkes reference here, but decided that would be a little tasteless with so much of the world already being blown up.