Victory For The 99%, Or 15% As It Stands

My ward results: 2686 votes, or 62% for the Labour Suit, on a turnout of less than 25%, meaning 15%, or 3 in 20 residents wanted this councillor.

Me? I voted for all of them, but undoubtedly the fact that I care enough about the democratic process to partake but register my distaste and non-acceptance of the status quo for what is offered yearly will be counted as little more than a "spoilt vote", and probably not even reported.

Depressing.

Gah!!!

At work I now enter the period of the year when I'm trying to make sense of the ongoing chaos: what has been spent, what has been ordered and what has been requested and present it to all the people who pay my wages and decide if the whole thing is worth doing next year or not.

And I just had my laptop stolen from my car.

And as a security measure I've had IT account access suspended until a new one arrives; I've got to request desktop access in the interim.

My Christian patience is being tested this morning.

Screwed. Royally Screwed

At 23 months old my daughter favourite garden object is our clothes line pole, she is forever clambering onto tables to dance, and she has a prediliction for putting her face in piles of spilt talc when I change her.

Epic fail.