Drying Out

Despite the exit poll showing a hung parliament, I was sceptical - I’m sure we’ve been here before, after all. But blighter, as the morning unfolded it became clearer that we were indeed heading that way. Up here of course, the main result was the SNP down from their historic high last time to 37% - and a remarkable upsurge in the Tory vote. I guess that’s a bit different from down south - Sturgeon has badly overplayed her hand pushing another referendum and suffered the backlash. Her diehard supporters might have liked her boasting in Leith the day before that the SNP was the party of Corbyn, but that really isn’t a message that goes down well in the Mearns, shall we say.
As for the hapless May, if she had few allies before, well, she’s got fewer noo. I’m hearing that she’s made a call to the DUP - desperate stuff - and slightly dangerous too. She’s as foolish as Cameron - but yet they’re both highly intelligent people. I reckon Putin is putting something in the water down at Westminster.
So, that’s what I wrote at midday; enough of dat. Across to check boatie things to find the German fleet has arrived from Heligoland after a bruising and very wet passage. And later pea-nets were bought.
And finally, American Gods; very entrancing.