The 23rd & 24th; Probably Boris. Oh god.
The 23rd of May.
The #DeniedMyVote tweets and articles online are so depressing and enraging, I've had to retreat from social media for most of the day. I just feel kind of hopeless about it all. I sent off my postal vote already obviously, but it's really hard to try and stay optimistic, to believe there is a point to all this.
So I've been hiding in the back room with the kittens. It's a lot easier to handle just three, although I still had to keep grabbing them off my legs because they were climbing up my shins. So many little puncture marks, but I didn't bleed much. I watched the new iZombie, the first episode of The Society, and three more Lucifers. Sometimes it is better to be absorbed in a world of fiction than engage with all the things in the would that make me feel terrible.
The 24th of May.
So Theresa is gone. Or, going, at least. She will be, by the time I go to the House of Commons in July. There won't be a new Prime Minister by then, but there will probably only be a couple of contenders left. Probably Boris. Oh god.
Anyway. What have I done today? I nearly bought a very fun pastel rainbow sequinned skirt this morning, but there must have been an error on the Selfridges website because I got a second email saying the order had been cancelled. Boo. I also finished off another cat blanket, so we've got one for each kitten when they get adopted.
This afternoon, I sat with the sleepy kittens and watched some more Lucifer. Season three is a long one, so even though I'm already in episode thirteen, that's only halfway through!
I've done today's adoption paperwork outside of the kitty room. I learned my lesson on Wednesday.