As I write this, I don’t actually know the election result. I think I can be safe to assume that Gordon Brown is no longer Prime Minister, but beyond that I will have to wait for my Mistress to get up to find out what happened. I decided that I wouldn’t join her watching it, but found a quiet corner to put my basket and went to sleep. James was under instruction to set his own alarm clock, so I hope he’s managed to get off to school and I hope that the builders don’t try calling too early as they said they would come today to do some finishing off. My Mistress felt almost disenfranchised yesterday, not being able to vote. Having our election delayed has been very frustrating in what apparently has been the most exciting election in recent years. My Mistress did find the ticker on Facebook quite moving yesterday as it updated second by second with the number of people who had been to cast their vote. I think the leadership debates being televised have been the best thing for politics in the UK for a very long time. It has made many more people aware of the issues and certainly seems to have encouraged young people to take an interest in what is going on and that can only be good. Sadly they have had no effect on Shadow at all and she is still not ready to sign up for membership of the Pet Dogs Democratic Party, let alone to campaign on our behalf.
On a much more mundane level, my Mistress has been amazed by the miracle of life that is occurring in our front garden. The border that she dug and planted a year ago has become overgrown and for that matter crushed by all the building materials that were place on top of it. My Mistress went out with her spade and fork to start to redig and sort out some new planting. She has discovered a number of the original plants still desperately clinging to life and waiting to be rediscovered. She is now lovingly trying to restore what is there.