Interesting to read today that, assuming an SNP landslide on 7 May, the Tories and Labour will be pretty much level pegging [identifier of origin of cliché earns honorable mention]. How about a Lab-Green-SNP coalition? Given that the Lib-Dem vote is likely to collapse, the wild card is UKIP, from comment upon which I gladly refrain. Wonder how the Tory voter base would feel about a Tory-UKIP alliance? Wonder also how many would consequently feel tempted to emigrate. Nice in a way that politics are getting a shade less boring than heretofore. We are decamping to Another Place for the last fortnight of the campaign.
Tired today after a couple of days this week interviewing postulant hobbyists. And after all the scribbling of notes, the hands hurt like hell, despite my using the laptop for report writing. Hardly surprising that I couldn't find any inspiration at art class today, and settled for a couple of little thumbnail sketches. I did gesso a sheet of acrylic paper, ready for when next the muse pauses hereabouts.
Here at Forges-l'Evêque, we're interviewing kitchen suppliers. My only regret about selling up at Smith Towers was that I'd only just had the kitchen refitted. We're looking for kit that will approximate to what we had there, including a well-dimensioned top oven that integrates oven, grill and microwave, and think we've found one. One result, if the refit goes ahead, is that we might finish up with no fewer than four microwaves in Another Place. Whither, one adds, we would repair for the duration of the works, as is our wont.
First colour today on daffodils and purple crocuses. Primroses are blooming fit to bust, but I see a 'sold' sign on the vast house of the kind friend who gave them to us. Hope she's well, and comfortable in more appropriate digs.
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