May days

Spring is upon us, and we celebrate all things diurnal and fertile. So in England we dance around the May pole, and contemplate our coming election. One which is long overdue and sullied by the antics of the outgoing Labour party, a party which has isolated it's own and confused the other voters; so now after twelve years or so it pays the price, or is that us?.
So as before I will march wearily after a long day at work to the 'Elm Bank' teachers centre and cast my Vote, this time accompanied by my daughter for the very first time. Voting is important, I know Dad would have agreed, he was an ardent anti communist, and believed in freedom, and was a ex-patriot. I miss him to this very day.
I am already tired and my body keeps reminding me, this long haul back and forth between Leicester is exhausting me, and I am ready for a holiday. There are days when I do not worry about my retirement, as I don't see myself living much into it, unless I am blessed with the opportunity to slow down and take things easy. So why worry, live for the day.