Today is the General Election. I read that Gen Z (people born after 1996) call it the Genny Lek. How ghastly if that’s true. James and I applied for postal votes before the deadline because we knew that we would be in Ullapool on election day; however they arrived very late to Cambuslang and although Angela posted them on to us straight away, they only arrived here yesterday. We sent them off immediately but I doubt that they will arrive by the deadline of 10 p.m. today. The convention in the UK on election day is that there is a blackout on broadcast political news until voting closes, which is a blessed relief after the last few weeks of frantic campaigning. Instead we have been watching Wimbledon as the rain has lashed against the windows of the cottage. The second round match between Djokovic and wild card Jacob Fearnley was particularly exciting, as the young player managed to win the third set before Djokovic’s inevitable victory. The polls have now closed and a Labour landslide is predicted. I predict a Labour victory but perhaps not a landslide, people can be cagey about who they have voted for, as they have every right to be. The rain continues to be torrential, it hasn’t let up all day and the roads in Ullapool are like rivers.
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