December 12, 2019
December rain, voting, and a cake called Herman
A frosty morning gave way to heavy and cold rain. Penny and I decided to get it over with and visit our Polling Station at the Village Hall. I put on my red hat in solidarity with my comrades, and then found my Parka with furry hood. Half a mile and we are there, where I stepped in a puddle before staggering into the Hall – I had forgotten my glasses, and could not read the Ballot slip. One of the minders, a former Policeman who had once enjoyed a cake at Hazeldown farm called Herman, gave me a plastic magnifying glass. The cake not the Minder was called Herman, I never got to ask the former cop for his name. Thirty years later he was still enjoying Herman. The deed was soon done, back home to break my fast with a mince pie and hot chocolate. Viva La Revolutions! Or whatever….
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