Thinking about thinking about (sic) the politics. To have a view from here (from my/our side of the radio, TV, internet, and I nearly forgot print media) is to be subject to a lot of storytelling and interpretation - obviously, but also insidiously. It's an indulgence. None of it is manifest. But nor is the day-to-day flood of information actually the story. And I suppose what strikes me is that we can't make the story. They're just people, not pantomime villains with an obligation to conform to a narrative. But the narrative gets imposed anyway. What's there? And what are we seeing? What would my world view be, a few centuries back? Perhaps it's media that replaces religion.
Had the chimney swept yesterday. Required for the insurance. Apparently I have "good quality soot". Felt good about that for a while. And the hippeastrum is flowering now. This time of year, the sun rises to one side of the horizon, so I only get a brief slant of direct sunlight. Gave the hippeastrum its fifteen minutes of brightness. Maybe all the politics is best understood as voting against, not voting in favour. We're not for - what we've got, but we were against - what we had. The day begins.