What on earth is going to happen? Are we going to be in limbo forever? Will the boys who look like assistant bank managers persuade their party grandees that they can all be friends, work together and sort out broken Britain?
What is an 'open offer'? Sounds like something that happens on Saturday nights all around 'broken Britain'. What is a 'big society'? Is it something to do with the obesity crisis?
I have taken my usual approach to this period of uncertainty. I am digging quite a lot, knitting quite a lot and baking quite a lot of bread (you'll hear more about this). I know it's not mature and I should have a proper, informed opinion but I only managed the ST Style section this weekend and have decided that if I can't have a proper opinion, I'm not going to have one at all.
I finally finished 'The Pregnant Widow' by Martin Amis. It was an uphill literary struggle, I can tell you. Mr Amis just makes me feel thick. I love his language but I'm always so very conscious that there is some reference, some allusion, some great big literary joke that I'm just oblivious to. I'm a simple girl. I like my nuances to hit me on the head, especially the literary ones.
I can't decide whether to delive into next month's (yikes, this month's) book club read (North and South) or just take my own path - again. I'm not doing very well with book club reads. I buy them, read the first paragraph and decide I don't like them. I can find time to knit and dig and bake amongst my other commitments but I can't quite find time to devote to a book that I can't work up interest in over the first couple of pages. I'm at risk of being de-booked if I don't make more of an effort. My alternative to 'North and South' is a Jasper Fforde, sort of science/fiction/future type thing, the title of which escapes me. Aren't you pleased I don't blog about books?
So....am having an 'at home' day. I don't usually work on Mondays and I am very tempted to log on to my work emails but I'm not going to. This is the first day I've had at home for what seems like ages. I'm just off to do my first bicycle ride of the year (I may not blog again), and then, guess what, bake another loaf of bread.
I've got three weeks of three days until I finish. Mixed feelings? Of course...mixed between elation and excitement.