I'm sitting here, flipping between the BBC and The Guardian online, hoping against hope that Cameron and the Conservatives lose. He is a very dangerous man, drawing on oily charm, fears about the economy that are more global than national and resentment against immigration to win power. I fear if he wins, education, health, training and the poor and middle classes will suffer, while the rich will get richer. Alas, as my mother so often notes, people cannot remember what it was like to live in England under a Conservative government and may find that they really don't like what they get. I'm hoping that somehow a Labour or Lib-Lab coilition will result, but commentators are pessimistic about their prospects.
While I miss the cameraderie of watching results with friends, at least the timing is more civilized. No waiting until 4-5 am for a sense of what's going on.
In other news, I tore my Belda trench. We had the windows open because it was so hot. As I left my apartment, a cross draft caused the door to slam while it also blew my coat into the lock. As a result there are now three small (around 1 inch) tears and a couple of oil smudges. I'm going to have to pay to get it repaired and cleaned just as I need to wear it over a rainy weekend.
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