annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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What are we fighting for?
Today got off to a very good start when someone from the labour party came knocking on my door. She asked me if I would be voting labour in the next election and I'd barely got started when she said, 'Perhaps you'd like to speak to your MP, here he is,' and he was. Well, it's not every morning that you're given the opportunity to tell one of those fuckers what you think of them, is it? He got the full rant about the origins of the Labour party (the clue being in the name - labour - hmm, what does that suggest?), socialism and where a person might find it these days, housing, education, the health service, transport, minimum wage - man, I went on for ages. Not at all coherently, I'm sure, dressed in my very grubby nightie with a big coffee stain down the front, just letting rip. I could tell he wanted to get away for ages, but unlucky - we've wanted a labour government since 1997 - don't always get what we want, do we? Fabulous. I told him I want a place on the ballot slip to choose 'none of those bastards' and that really pissed him off as well.
Renny and I took my car to be cleaned at a place down on the seafront and walked along the coastal path with Millie while we waited:
I'm taking Ma out tomorrow - don't ask why, as I can't begin to imagine - and feeling a bit knotted up at the prospect, so I'm off to my bed.
Grateful for:
Warm weather; a clean car; a nice morning with Ren; the smell of the beach; someone across the road playing the cello beautifully for hours this afternoon
Night night xx
11:09 p.m. - 09/06/2008
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