The 7th & 8th; This is literally the worst thing that could have happened.
The 7th of May. Ahhh nearly holiday time. I had a decent night, and this morning was spent sorting out stuff to take away. I've done most of it, just got to do the remaining bits in the morning that I still need. I've got all the wool I want to take and books etc.i just want to get there, to see the sea.
This afternoon, I had a shorter gym session, just to fit it in before we go away. The sweaty, smelly one was beside me for a short period which was upsetting. I talked to Neil (the manager) about bringing in some Anthony Nolan and Delete Blood Cancer leaflets and he is very happy for me to do that which is excellent.
I have all the stuff for London printed off, so there isn't much left to do in that front. I am so nervous about the election results tomorrow. Not the Tories, please not the Tories.
The 8th of May.
I went to bed after the exit poll results came out. They predicted the Conservatives would win a majority, so I thought I'd better have some Zopiclone to override my sense of fear. It worked, but I woke up to the nightmare of it having happened. A strictly Tory government. I am devastated and I am terrified. They have been so sly about dodging questions about their welfare cuts. The most vulnerable in society are going to suffer the worst of this and I just feel so afraid.
We've spent the day driving down to Lyme, a place I need to be now more than ever. Spend a week relaxing, eating all the foods and working out how I'm going to deal with whatever the bastards dole out (or take away).
This is literally the worst thing that could have happened.