Reasons to be grumpy, part 3.

1. Heels for Dust, April 10th. quote:  By the way, how unlucky is this, my 60th birthday is on May 7th - Election Day, how bad is that? I think I should get a personal apology from number 10, if the balloon faced moron actually wins.... on my birthday... 

Still waiting for the apology, what sort of present was this, the worst defeat for the British left since 1979.... As a lifelong socialist, convinced pro- European I feel very glum. 

That's before I get to the question of the royal baby. I do think the Parlimentarians got it right in 1649, the American Colonists in 1776, and our friends across La Manche in 1789. At least we are escapiing for three weeks, but I am very grumpy.

What about a spare room tax for this lot?

2. Another thing, ouch!... I seem to have developed tendenitis in my left hand, arm and shoulder - I blame hoiking the 20 litre jerrycan of water about over the last few months. Constant pain, driving uncomfortable, now feeling even more grumpy...

3. One of the reasons why we chose the Moselle and Rhineland Palitinate area to visit is all the bike tracks. Guess what? We took Gill's bike to the repairers in Stoke on Trent last week, and picked it up yesterday. They mis-diagnosed the problem and now the bike pedelec does not work at all. Instead of the Wisper e-bike, Gill is going to have to take a rust-bucket of an ancient mountain bike we bought for her when the kids were little. How irritating is that? Gill, being somewhat less prone to grumpiness than me, is feeling sad, rather than annoyed.

Ah well, as the late, great Mr Dury said:

"Why don't you get back into bed? Why don't you get back into bed? Why don't you get back into bed? Why don't you get back into bed?"

All that being said, the sun is shining, Maisy is sitting outside the house half-blocking the cul-de-sac. There are some consolations in life, we are about to head for the ferry, but not before irritating the neighbours, who all look like good solid Tories to me.