RARE indeed are the occasions on which I find myself at a loss for an opinion. You may have noticed.

But I can honestly say that as I write this, I have no idea which party’s going to get the cross on my ballot paper.

I’m far from alone in my indecision. The puzzlement of the pundits as to which way the electorate will jump makes this the most interesting election I can remember.

And I’m very much looking forward to attending the count, where I’ll be working in a freelance capacity.

That’s the best place to catch the atmosphere on occasions such as this.

If you’ve got to stay up all night waiting for the results, you might as well do it among a crowd of politically-minded people, rather than dozing intermittently in front of the telly.

During our 36-year marriage we’ve moved house six times, yet we’ve always lived in safe Tory seats.

Whilst I have no issue with that if it’s what the electorate wants, there’s been no real excitement among the bleary-eyed party workers and supporters watching the votes being totted up.

So it’s the outcome nationally that’ll be gripping the folk loitering in front of the monitors at the City Hall while most sensible people are in bed.

I know it’s sad, but I can’t wait!

I hope there’s a good turnout, because we can’t complain at the outcome if we choose not to take part.

And while refugees are being exploited by traffickers and dying in their hundreds in the wreckage of their flimsy boats, we ought to appreciate the freedom we have and play our part, however limited, in upholding it.

Talking of hard choices, given the wealth of entertainment on offer this Bank Holiday weekend, I plumped for Tisbury’s Brocante.

Now I want to live there! It’s such a lovely little town, people were so friendly, and I came away laden with bargain books, fabrics and china.

One stallholder said a customer told her she’d come from 65 miles away. Another said the place was buzzing with dealers picking through the merchandise hours before the official 10am opening time. Shame.

But I do hope it becomes an annual fixture. Well done to everyone who worked so hard to make it a success.

PS Until the Nepal earthquake I had no idea that Salisbury was the base for the international rescue charity Serve On.

What an amazing bunch of selfless people. Please, someone, nominate them for the Journal Local Hero awards this year.

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