I thought I’d drop you a note as I sit here enjoying a Doris-inspired dinner –a bowl of Bombay Mix– and mourning Lena Horne. Admittedly, I did think Lena had gone to those clouds up in the sky some time ago, but now I know she’s really left us, I feel doubly desolate. Stormy Weather is one of my favorite songs, something I share with the President who stopped worrying about oil spills, Spain, Portugal, Greece, Ireland, Supreme Court confirmations and bombers for a moment or two to pay tribute to her today. He knows a little something something about stormy weather too of course.
Speaking of desolate, I hope you are learning to live with your local Conservative MP and remain hopeful about what a coalition government might mean for Appleton Marsh and environs. I have now caught up with my friends who were running: Rosie Winterton ( a college pal) was safely returned in Doncaster, Margot James (I know her girlfriend) made it for the Tories in Stourbridge and Caroline Righton (we have enjoyed many a lobster dinner) lost to the Lib Dem incumbent in St Austell and Newquay. Labour held on to Hyndburn where another college pal, Greg Pope, retired to take up a job promoting Catholic education. Even in these trying times, possibly easier than promoting Gordon and co.
Anyhow, can’t type anymore as my fingers are too gritty and I don’t want to get the keyboard clogged. I’ll leave you with some Lena, Blabs.