Election Day

A visit to bungalow-land this morning. Why, oh why do people pave their gardens. I'd love to have a garden, so it really annoys me! Did see a garden full of gnomes and kitsch, including antlers above the garage door and even a silhouette of Nessie on the gargae door - but the auld buffty was pottering about in the garden so I couldn't really take a photo.

Got to polling station at 9.50 as usual, always leave it until the last minute in case some huge incident occurs that may result in me having a last minute change of heart. Still can't understand the statistics/arithmetic/maths behind this new system. Hurts my brain when anyone tries to explain it to me.

Very annoyed about missing blip yesterday, I only took one photo at a meeting, and I would be worried that someone who lurks about here may recognise themselves.

Of course, last night, if the taxi driver had listened to me AND his sat-nav I would have been home at 11:55 rather than 12:03 and would have been able to take a quick random blip. Could the knowlege become an obsolete skill as sat navs become more ubiquitous? If so, that may mean more space in taxi drivers' brains for their theories.