So there I am, emerging from the doctors, having spent quite a bit of time of late coughing up really evil looking bloody gobs of stuff.
“Take a few days off if you can,” was his advice: I’ve just decided to take at least the rest of today off.
The cellphone sounds its inimitable chime (in fact, its quite imitable, it’s something from the film Blazing Saddles I downloaded from the interweb and a version of it is here.)
“PM’s having a press conference, 12.30.”
Now, I could cry off. I could go home and go to bed, as planned.
Yep. ‘Course I could.
Just like border collies could refrain from chasing cars.
PM’s announcement – a lengthy measured speech aimed at Undecided Voterland At Home and in sharp contrast with the more hectoring tone we’ve heard of late – went round and round in circles a lot. The guts of it was, of course, ‘we’re the good guys and they’re not.’
Anyway, its all on now. The polls are going to narrow quite a bit I think.
I’m going to have some Chook Soup and pull the duvet over my scone for a a bit.