Today I had to minute a committee meeting instead of my wife, which worked perfectly well. I can’t talk much when I’m concentrating but it was alright. For some reason I can’t now place, I’d expected this committee to be full of sharp-elbowed sharp-tongued people but they were all really nice, which made it easier. I was identified by my resemblance to my son before I’d introduced myself. Hm.

Earlier I’d taken the kids to school and nursery and got on with filling in some forms in the time before picking the boy up. Then home where I collapsed into sleep for a while as my wife took over.

I can still sleep anywhere, any time. But otherwise things are getting better. I think I’m more well now. I hardly like to start to hope, but I think this might be it.

(in other news this blog is showing up for some very strange searches on Google… people being looked up, or looking themselves up, who are obviously digging pretty deep into Google results to find themselves. I suspect political shenanigans but I don’t think I’ve ever been unpleasant about anyone on here, so it’s probably safe enough to leave the blog on Google. When people have hurt me I’ve tended to anonymise my more hurting complaints, and I usually take them somewhere else entirely. The internet remembers things long after we’ve forgotten. It’s got nothing else to do.)

D’you remember when you were at school and your parents decided some other kid would make a good friend for you? They’d get together with the other kid’s parents and arrange a “playdate” or some such offal. Well, as I recall, that always ended in a FIGHT. Specifically it always ended with the other kid sitting on my chest stuffing twigs up my nose. Now, I’ve no essential objection to being subsumed into Europe, and God knows we need to try to work together, but the way these two are handling this feels mildly insulting. Not to mention disingenuous and eerie. I DON’T LIKE IT when world leaders declare undying devotion. It is MUCH more ominous than when they fight.

Mark my words. Something is afoot.

Dear blog, I am in a quandary. I will tell you about the quandary that I am in, and perhaps you will help me fix it. But I suspect you will not be able to, for it is no small thing, like the time I had to decide between smooth or crunchy peanut butter, and it was easy because in the end they did not have any peanut butter and I do not like it anyhow. But this new quandary of today is a worse quandary than that.

The quandary I am speaking of is whether to choose between a white lady or a black gentleman to be the President Of The United States Of America. I cannot tell you how many long hours I have spent weighing up the benefits of either of these fine people. For the white lady is of good family stock and looks to have a well-turned ankle, plus she could certainly give those fellows on Wall Street a good hard stare if they behaved discourteously! But on the other hand the black gentleman is in favour of Hope and Audacity, and also there has not been a black gentleman to be President Of The United States Of America before, except in the film Deep Impact.

There are some fellows in the media who have it that we should not vote for a white lady just because she is a lady, or vote for a black gentleman just because he is black. But I do not know what else to do for I have listened to them in debates and they both talk a lot of hogwash as far as I can see, neither of them wanted to get into the sticky wicket of how to stop our nation’s youth from running riot on their Skate Boards, or whether or not aliens are abducting our poorer brethren and putting implants where the sun don’t shine. These are the main issues of the day. Also what to do about the dry cleaners who say it is three garments for £5 but when you take them in they say that wool garments cost extra.

My wife says I am crazy upside the head when I watch the candidates on the television, and she hits me with a book. Also she says the Republicans will win because of the Great War against Islam, and we live in Scotland anyway and that is not part of The United States Of America. But I do not listen to her, I tell her she should go powder her nose. She says I do not understand women or black people and that I should go and take a running jump at myself, and then she locks me out of the house and says I cannot get back in until I am sober. But I am not the one who put the washing in the dryer for too long and besides you do not have to be sober to see that the future of the free world depends on whether we have a black gentleman or a white lady to be President Of The United States Of America, even if they both say exactly the same thing about everything, and mainly get snotty with each other on television.

Hey, somebody replied to my Personality Politics Post! Somebody with a proper job!

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