5th May: A False Start
[This brief entry was written today, in 2011. My first real diary entry was on the 7th. You can read it on Saturday, or go ahead and do so now if you’re from the future. I’ve written about this day before, just after it happened, but this will be a new and separate post.]
It was Wednesday the 5th. General Election day. One of the worst days of my life.
I’d been waiting for this day for weeks. What a shame.
I left the house with trepidation, excitement and fatigue ((I’d been up late, packing, and had only slept for a few hours.)), ...