The lead up to Thusday's elections provided a welcome end to the squirming, palm pressing, baby kissing, awkward and possibly career ending fiasco of the campaign trail.
The effect of all the pontificating and postulation was the sweeping under the carpet of a tragic event that questions the credence of government policy.
The last few weekends, in the Kitkat household, have been disjointed by the morphing of LSH from Long Suffering to Lesser Spotted form. The kernel of the problem being a combination of business trips, jetlag and flu.
This has resulted in a lack of ‘Somethings’ for this weekend and my musings took me to the fact that I have plenty of ideas, but not enough time, money or weekend availability.
A while ago, I decided to ask three of my longstanding friends, the cheeky, brazen and possibly awkward question “If you could describe me in three words, what would they be?” Poor things, I’ve no idea what the catalyst was but the results quickly pinged back into my inbox.
Battered and gorged of their contents, the West Beach huts are almost ready, for the bathing visitors
I have a confession to make…
For the first time, in a long time, I spent the weekend doing little else than relaxing and being mindful. This included an hour long ramble along the beach (taking in the big blue North Norfolk sky) and a lovely Sunday lunch at the White Horse in Overstrand.
As we were finishing our meal, a mother came in with a child in a bulky pushchair and ordered a coffee. She caught my attention because she looked so like my youngest sister.
Today, the former publicist will receive his sentence, having been found guilty of eight counts of indecently assaulting teenage girls. This result will hopefully provide reassurance against the murmurings and questions about bringing historical cases like these to court and will encourage other victims to come forward.