Super Duper Tuesday has been and gone and it seems that one side of the arguments is all over. The oven chip man is going to be the Rep candidate, if his 71 year old ticker can stand up to the next 9 months. Naturally, as a Nam vet he is an accomplished warmonger, and presumably wants to pile more troops and cash in Iraq. However on a brigher note, most Republicans hate him for being too lib and just too goddamm un Jesusly. Always good to see a right wing rabble saddling themselves with someone they hate with a passion.
Over on the other side, Hil and Barak are neck and neck. No one is letting policy get in the way of personality, and the show looks set to run and run. Apparently Barak was once the guest of his brother in law at a stag night in, of all places, Wokingham, though sadly got wind of the stripper's arrival in time to dissapear. Shame.
I'm out with cheery J at 8:30, and then in the afternoon it's over to Amersham to pick up M. He is good and confident. I was only worried that he might get brittle, but no sign of it.
While he is out on test I walk up to cafe and bump into Sophie, who comes back with me and waits for him.
He's out with Nicky and I see him reaching for his documents. They are in the car for ages afterwards, and at one stage he puts his head in his hands and I wonder if I have got things wrong, so I wander over, but Nicky waves the pass cert at me. I wait another five minutes, and they emerge. Nicky says "Sorry about that, he was just singing your praises" Sweet. He only got 2 minors, the best result yet.
We drop S off home, then I take back M and we say our goodbyes, although he is keen to do pass plus, so who knows.
I rush back to pick Emsy up for her swimming lesson but the Chesham traffic has done for her. She goes in for a quick swim on her own and I get her her favourite jacket potato and cheese before heading back to the sofa and instant kip. Am I now too old for travelling?
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