feeling listless

That Day The turnout at the local council election, must, I think, have reached an all-time low. As we sat in out depressing little portacabin, with the sounds and sights of school children chattering about and watching the one pensioner a quarter hour toddle up the rain soaked disabled access ramp, all I could think was -- and the people of Iraq have been clammering for this? Or actually the people of Iraq are clammering for this and we take it so much for granted that some of us don't even bother? Embarassment and guilt are just beginning to set in.