#on reflection

can turn into mist...

a crossroads where mystery

There was a pause. "On reflection," Mrs. Proust said, "I think your father will turn out to be wrong."

Therapist: How would that make things worse? Me: Well. They could call me evil for asking instead of just assuming the "correct" answer.

Therapist: Do you think that might seem like catastrophising?

cycling through, on emergence and recovery

My take away from it is that while this is a massive benefit, and we have a stunning competent incoming Prime Minister, to coin what was said on Sky News an hour ago, it is a loveless landslide for Labour. I love elections, I’m often politically active but I couldn’t motivate myself to get involved. I feel flat after fourteen years of Tories. Even flatter by four years in an underfunded service supporting homelessness.

But I do have some takeaways from overnight-

My town and its sister constituency have turned Red for the first time ever, and in my case ousting an MP who has been gathering cobwebs on the back benches since 1975. It’s the first time I’ve voted in a GE for a candidate who has won.

The town I grew up in, an area that would never vote Labour in its life, went to the Lib Dem’s for the first time ever. One less Tory seat by means of a Lib Dem victory is not a bad thing.

In the last nine years, we’ve had five prime ministers - Cameron, May, Johnson, Truss and Sunak - and bar for Sunak, all of those seats have changed hands to either Labour or Lib Dem.

Truss’s behaviour was spectacular; such poor showmanship proving why she should never have been leader even for the hot minute she got.

The au revoir to Jacob Rees-Mogg, an odious stain on the country who can concentrate on returning to the 1800’s.

The rise of independants and smaller parties. I’m Labour to the core but we always need a wide spectrum of voice in parliament to challenge and make good decisions.

The return of the Lib Dem’s - a decent hardworking party who were mowed down by Nick Clegg returning stronger than its 2010.

A resounding voice from Scotland to say they will not put up with corruption in politics by ousting the SNP from parliament.

It was at about 4:30 this morning that I looked at the Tory seats and the amount of seats left to declare that my heart settled knowing that even if every undeclared seat went to them they could not reach the magic 326. I cried, and it was the same time my town announced we’d gone red.

Rishi conceded shortly after, and Labour hit 326 before the Tories even had 100 seats.