ex arse eyes 17

i woke up earlier than expected this morning to a typical sunday.
No outward signs of upheaval or cataclysmic change.
It was several minutes before i even remembered that we finally have a new government after such a long long too long time; that our country's second longest serving prime minister had finally taken a fall.

The last two elections i'd hoped for it. I'd thought "this will be the one". Surely he's been exposed in enough compromising situations to lose credibility and trust. But he was like teflon. Scandal and bad press just slid right off. The blame was cleverly shifted. Somewhere out there, outside my social/community network, there were a whole lot of people that voted for him, and my expectations were continually surprised and disappointed.

So i didn't even get my hopes up this year. I ignored the polls and predictions. This year was going to be just like any other. And now the result's in i still can't quite believe it. That's why i was hoping for some outward sign. Some shift in the way the locals go about their usual sunday. Some proof. Because our new prime minister is just like a younger version of the old one.

I know it will take time for the new regime to start making its impact and undo 11 years of their opposition's handy work.
So i wait with hope and, as they say, with baited breath.