That mythical period "after the election"

Well it is finally here, that mythical period "after the election" where everything is shunted to.

So now there is no excuse.

I have to sort out the back yard - clean up the moss and the weeds and prepare it for summer, and some patio planting.

I have already sorted out the two light-bulbs that were out for up to six weeks, unchanged since they blew.

I have made a stab at some shopping and the laundry - but there is still much to do.

I have spoken to some of my long-suffering friends and family, but there remains some still to call and write to.

I need to sort out my travel diary from Ireland last year - when I cannot truly recall some of the funny stories I had noted.

Then there is the back-door which still needs varnishing, I promised the carpenter in February I would get it done straight away, gulp, all that rain!

And the curtains for the front room - don't get me started on the last abortive attempt.

I have been promising myself to file away the papers and hang the pictures and paintings piled up in the middle bed-room.

I need to get my fledgling consultancy under-way before my savings run out.

And I need to see baby Alice, before she has learnt to toddle! That has to be the top of the list.

And in the middle of all that, we have a byelection to win in Crewe and Nantwich, now where did I put my list of Labour campaigners?