Dissolution

– So, the clock starts ticking. There are only 38 days left.
– I thought Easter was this Sunday? Don't tell me I have to give up chocolate for another five weeks?
– Till the General Election.
– Oh, right. That's crept up on us out of nowhere...
– Other than we have known it was coming for the last five years, ever since the coalition introduced fixed term parliaments.
– Did they? Whatever was the point of that? It was always the most interesting part of the process, trying to second guess when this entirely random event would occur. Other than it was always the first Thursday in May, and either four or five years after the previous one. But otherwise, it was entirely random.
– They say this promises to be the most unpredictable campaign in modern times.
– Did they predict the outcome of the last one?
– Well, not exactly, but this one will be even more unpredictable. This is off the scale of unpredictability.
– Is there an actual scale of unpredictability?
– Clearly. Perhaps you should write an election diary, capturing the key events day by day.
– That sounds like a lot of work... Has anything significant happened today?
– Of course. Today all the parties officially started campaigning, in order to get their message across to the electorate, rebut the opposition and sway the floating voter.
– And tomorrow?
– Probably more of the same.
– And the next month?
– Well, it tends to carry on in the same vein. But there will be highs and lows, surprise developments and embarrassing gaffs.
– I will look forward to those, especially the gaffs. You will let me know when they happen?