Numb

Anna woke me up this morning with a cup of tea and the grimmest of news.  I find it hard to understand how it happened, disappointed that it did and angry that petty political posturing got us to where we are now.  That I called it right about Liverpool is a small victory, but one which makes me genuinely grateful to live where I do.

That said, it was a relief to be able to point the car north this afternoon.  Just Kylie and me and I'm not wanted on Monday, so I get an extra day up here.  And Underworld from Glastonbury on TV later.  These are good things.