The Personal is Political
Usually after a post like yesterday's, I would come bowling in this morning, and write something about how normal service is resumed, I'm fine, it was a moment of weakness, yadda yadda yadda. But the truth is, I've been feeling sick with fear and stress for so many days now that I've forgotten what's it like not to feel that way. The situation hasn't changed, and neither have my feelings. Our financial lives are a catastrophic mess. So if this makes you feel uncomfortable, you might as well piss off now. Because this isn't going to get any better until possibly May 31st when we finally get paid again.
BUT that's not what I want to talk about this morning.
I arrived at the polling station at 7:45am this morning, and the only person in sight apart from the officials was a very cold looking Tory campaigner who tried to change our minds at the last minute.
I think not.
Inside, two smiley old ladies processed us, handed us the ballot papers, and directed us to those flimsy little booths. It took three seconds to make those all-important little crosses. Then it's the challenge (and early in the morning it really IS a challenge) of working out which ballot goes in which box. Once the smiley old man approved my guesswork, we thanked the smiley old ladies and left. Passing the shivering Tory on the way out, I even resisted the temptation to smirk...
It's strange what a buzz voting gives me. I suppose it's the great gift of democracy - the hopeful feeling that in two minutes on a chilly May morning, you may have had a hand in deciding the country's future.
Tonight, as always, I will be staying up til the result is pretty much decided. There's a great sense of hope to this election for me which was lacking in the last one. Not just for my chosen party, but I think generally. It's been an ugly fight, but it's an open field, and while I have no doubt that Blair will stay in, I'm very interested to see what happens.
In other news: I am very chuffed to have been declared Neil's sexondrumkits idol; pasta with mayonnaise is a cheap and surprisingly nice dinner; my skin has broken out like a teenager's due to stress; I'm in love with my old dirty-green shoes from accessorize and haven't worn anything else for over a week; everyone at work thinks I'm cool, capable and sensible(?!); I spend up to an hour a day crying in the toilets and no-one has noticed.
BUT that's not what I want to talk about this morning.
I arrived at the polling station at 7:45am this morning, and the only person in sight apart from the officials was a very cold looking Tory campaigner who tried to change our minds at the last minute.
I think not.
Inside, two smiley old ladies processed us, handed us the ballot papers, and directed us to those flimsy little booths. It took three seconds to make those all-important little crosses. Then it's the challenge (and early in the morning it really IS a challenge) of working out which ballot goes in which box. Once the smiley old man approved my guesswork, we thanked the smiley old ladies and left. Passing the shivering Tory on the way out, I even resisted the temptation to smirk...
It's strange what a buzz voting gives me. I suppose it's the great gift of democracy - the hopeful feeling that in two minutes on a chilly May morning, you may have had a hand in deciding the country's future.
Tonight, as always, I will be staying up til the result is pretty much decided. There's a great sense of hope to this election for me which was lacking in the last one. Not just for my chosen party, but I think generally. It's been an ugly fight, but it's an open field, and while I have no doubt that Blair will stay in, I'm very interested to see what happens.
In other news: I am very chuffed to have been declared Neil's sexondrumkits idol; pasta with mayonnaise is a cheap and surprisingly nice dinner; my skin has broken out like a teenager's due to stress; I'm in love with my old dirty-green shoes from accessorize and haven't worn anything else for over a week; everyone at work thinks I'm cool, capable and sensible(?!); I spend up to an hour a day crying in the toilets and no-one has noticed.
posted by Mookmoo at 9:01 am
3 Comments:
I can't give you any money, but feel free to rant at me all you like. xxx
Citizens Advice Bureau? Your credit card debt management section? Your cc company DOES NOT want to take you to court, it's expensive and annoying for them. If they knew that they were getting an instalment on the 31st, they would back off, guaranteed.
sending love and dances X * X *
just watch going to CC debt agency as it may affect future credit ratings etc honey..
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