I sometimes exaggerate on my blog. I was very angry when I wrote my entry earlier. I meant what I said, but I have taken myself to the park where there’s a cricket match on. There’s at slight np in the air, but when the sun emerges from behind a cloud it’s fairly warm. Sitting here I have time to think, and, as dad pointed out over Skype earlier, I still have so much to be cheerful about. I have a wonderful girlfriend, a loving family, so many great memories and so much to look forward to. I don’t really feel like Ahab; I don’t really hate the Tories. I’m just frustrated and worried. But here, sat in the park watching the sport I love, thinking about run rates, remembering visiting Sydney and Melbourne for the ashes, the woes of politics fade away. Ahab obviously never went to a cricket match as it gives you a completely fresh perspective; its slow pace lending one the time to recall that no matter how dire things might seem, there will always be some good left in the world.