Week 27

Dogs at polling stations…

Hello! I hope you have had a lovely first week of July. Thank you for all of your gorgeous reactions to the Big Beautiful June Poem, I loved it too. Are we ready to do it all again for July?

This, for newcomers, is our weekly community post in which I write about something I have done/seen/eaten/smelt that could only have happened in this particular week of the year, and then you join in in the comments with yours. At the end of the month I gather all of your comments into a big poem of sorts that tracks the month’s changes. It’s simple, but it just kind of works, and somehow all these little moments make up a big load of magic. You can find June’s here.

And here is my first for July:

Dogs at polling stations

What else could it be this week other than the General Election? I know there are lots of readers from around the world here so please do indulge us a mo because we have been through a lot…and this might be a turning point. I can’t say too much here as I am writing this on Thursday, and by the time you read this on Friday morning everything will most likely be decided. There are signs of hope, but that is all I will say for now as I know hope can be dashed.

I love polling day, especially as it often lands in summer (usually earlier than this though). When the kids were little we always took them voting with us and made it a thing to all get ice cream after, my idea being to sneakily make a neural pathway between voting and sweet treats. My son, who has just come with me and voted in his first general election, is very enthused by voting, so I think that might have worked. Or he is just a politically engaged young man…or maybe both.

A very cute tradition of UK elections is the #dogsatpollingstations hashtag of Instagram and Twitter, and we took ours along and joined in.

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That’s it from me.

What have you done, seen or eaten this week that felt particularly ‘this week’? Please leave your answers in the comments.