I have voted in the council elections as is right and proper. You know me, I’m all about being Scottish and all that it brings good and bad, but for the first time I haven’t voted SNP.
There were three independents listed on the ballot paper and they got my pencilled 1, 2 and 3 in their check boxes, even the one who had proclaimed “christian values” in his pamphlet.
SNP want to cover my country in wind turbines so until they change their tune they can piss off. Our vote is power, if we all wielded it, if we had a 100% electorate turnout we could make a difference.
The independents no doubt have their quiet agendas too, but their jacket’s on a shaky nail with no one there to catch its fall if they screw up, so get them in and keep an eye on them is where I’m at for the moment.
It was a nice walk to the polling station in the evening light, time to think, time to get annoyed. There’s always time to get annoyed. The wreck in the harbour is blending into the scenery in colour and shape. Could be a metaphor in there somewhere.
If I keep getting skies like this a mere handful of metres above sea level, I may never climb a mountain again. I’ll just open the windows, wear my down socks and light the stove on the carpet.
The girls would love it.