As the increasingly ridiculous musical chairs in Cardiff Bay wends its way to a conclusion which an increasing number of Welsh people are losing interest in, my life outside the National Assembly is beginning to take shape. This afternoon, I met a strange man who asked me to consider writing my autobiography. I think he was serious. I promise you that I am not making this up. 60,000 words of blogspeak - and they're willing to pay me for doing it. Tempting. But I will have to think this one through. So many things that would best be left to die with me.
And then I picked up my invitation to meet the Executive Committee of the Montgomeryshire Conservative Association next Tuesday to discuss my application to be their Prospective Parliamentary Candidate for the next General Election. And hopefully, I will win a further invitation to present myself to two 'Open Primaries' which will take place on the 18th of July at Llansantffraid and Carno. Don't think this system of selection will have happened in Wales before. I hope all the Lib Dems in the constituency don't turn up and take over the meeting. Don't think many of them will support me - no matter how many cappuccinos I buy them. Anyway, I will know by 18th, at the latest, if I am to make an early return to active politics. I am feeling a bit tense already.
Back to the musical chairs. I'm told that Plaid Cymru are going to go with Labour tomorrow night. I just can't believe Ieuan Wyn Jones. He must be the only politician in the Western world who doesn't want to be First Minister. Wouldn't be so bad if I wouldn't give my right arm for the what is the best job in Wales. One month in the job would be better than 10 years as Leader of the Opposition. The man has no sense of history. When Ieuan comes to writing his autobiography, I suggest the title 'I just wasn't big enough when it mattered'.