Back, and a beginning
So, I’m back. We got off the plane on Sunday and arrived home Monday lunchtime after a night at my parents’. I’ll just say that the holiday in Kefalonia was wonderful: the sea is really the colour that you see in the adverts, and Greek food is amazing. I havea wonderful tan, and the freckles are peeking out now that the election pallour is past. If you get the chance to go to the Ionian, take it: there may not be many nightclubs or huge ancient relics, but it certainly is a relaxing destination. Unless, that is, you’re a traffic warden by trade - speed limits, motorcycle helmets, road markings, parking spaces - all optional. Jo has some wonderful pictures and the blow-by-blow account. This is my favourite:
I’m also feeling my way to being a very new councillor. Have faithfully attended all the inductions I could make, and am starting to make progress with the pile of dead trees that have landed in my front room.
This photo is of me, our agent Oscar, and the agents for the other three candidates at the count, with the council chief executive at the front reading out the results (the quality isn’t great, but you get the idea):
