After a depressing few days, my spirits are soaring again today. I've just visited Mrs D in hospital and her recovery is amazing. Three days after a full knee replacement, she's walking with confidence on her crutches. We've just celebrated with a Magnum Classic and a glass each of Cava in Room 11 of Ludlow Ward at the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt Hospital in Gobowen. And son Patrick is back at work after having an ingrowing toenail removed. (Sorry- but he just wanted a mention on the blog). I'm going to suffer when she gets home though. I have never really shopped in a supermarket - except to buy the Telegraph! Don't know whether I'll be able to handle the checkout melee.
And the garden was looking fantastic this afternoon. Yesterday's rain has given it a zest and vigour that should inspire the 30 ladies who are coming for a visit on Wednesday. I planted a Sorbus aria Lutescens and a rather nice yellow Metasequoia today. And I saw a common partridge in the garden - a first.
And my view of politics has changed as well. I went to Dan Munford's 'thank you' party yesterday and everybody was commiserating about the unfairness of the electoral system that cost me my place in the Assembly last week. And you know what occurred to me. I've been damn lucky that this cock-eyed election system enabled me to be a part of the first 8 years of devolved government. I'm a Tory from Montgomeryshire for goodness sake. How bl***y lucky is that. I hope all the hoo-hah hasn't detracted from the wonderful effort by Angela Burns to win her seat in South Pembs. She'll make a really good AM. And I see that the WoS 'spin doctor' has joined Arsembly in speaking well of moi - so I've celebrated that by applying for entry on the candidates list for the General Election. The tunnel of depression was much shorter than I'd been expecting.