So we danced on May Day, and again on my birthday. All these fertility rituals should be having some effect, yes?
And so they are. Thursday was bright and sunny all day. Kitty was home because her school was shut for the local election poll.
We sat in the garden with the animals - and here they are.
Lengthy aside:- We were voting for local representatives, but it all seemed to be about "national" issues, meaning the political survival of the Prime Minister and three or four individual Cabinet members.
Surely political posts ought to have something to do with thow well people do their job?
Basically, Charles Clarke appears to be incompetent, and John Prescott seems to be a drivelling clown (or are these media creations?). But they've been told they can continue if the local election result isn't too disastrous.
Similarly, the Labour Party goes on tolerating Tony Blair, as long as the "public" likes him.
So yesterday, we are told that our vote is the only way to have any affect on a bunch of increasingly arrogant looking people. And in so doing, we also determine the political future of a whole generation of local politicians, many of whom may not be nearly so self-seeking.