Phew!

Since I wrote my stirring call to class warfare a few days back I've discovered that they've been fiddling with the parliamentary boundaries, and my Labour candidate is no longer party grandee Michael Meacher- whom I respect, but New Labour trusty Phil Woolas- whom I don't.
 
I checked out the Lib Dem alternative. His name is Elwyn Watkins, he has one of those fat, chipmunkey faces that you only see on politicians,  he works as a financial advisor to Saudi billionaire Sheikh Abdullah Alhamrani and he used to be a Councillor in Rochdale, where his record for attending meetings is poor.

Phew.  That's a relief. I want Labour to win the election, but voting for Woolas is a stretch and if the Lib Dems had been putting a white knight up against him I'd have been tempted to defect. But they haven't, so I'm not.
 

Nature Notes

Either there are lots of bumblebees about this year or the same one keeps coming to visit. I have ushered them/it back outside four times now in the past two days.

This afternoon I saw two robins in the yard- and one of them was feeding the other. Ailz thinks they're nesting in the hollies.

The blackbirds lost their traditional nesting site when the ivy got ripped out, but I saw a male blackbird in the yard this afternoon (shortly after I saw the robins) and I'm hoping it was looking for somewhere to build.