I expect most of us felt like Brenda from Bristol when approached in the street and told there was to be a general election.

A sort of 'oh, no, haven't we suffered enough' response.

Except for journalists who thrive on such stuff, and people who trot out 'sound-bites', and those who would prefer to seek the public mandate rather than govern with it.

I would much rather we weren't subjected to all those Brenda-esque moments when Jo Public is approached and asked his opinion.

Stirring up apathy, I call it.

As for Tony Blair, threatening a 'return'. No!

All this because Theresa May used Swedish hiking poles on her Welsh holiday and had a eureka moment.

How much better had she said, 'I look ridiculous,' threw away the poles and got on with sorting out the country.

Certainly I didn't want an election, or, more correctly, didn't want my money spent on having one.

But if I ran the country there would be a lot of things I would save money on.

So, what's it all about?

Perhaps Theresa believes that implementing Brexit will be easier if the country had another chance to vote for it and she wants to quiet her House of Commons critics.

'Ha, the country really loves me. They said so on facebook.'

In truth it seems to me that her greatest opposition comes not from within Parliament, and certainly none from the Labour Party, but from the pesky House of Lords.

Once the bedrock of conservatism, it now prevents her smooth progression at every opportunity.

Far from being a ridiculous, outdated, non-democratic gathering of the senile, or because it is, it can cause real discomfort.

But, assuming we overcome our irritation and ennui, how do we vote?

I saw it as an opportunity to re-visit core values and check if I matched with any party.

Superficially I can't identify with any.

I am not smug enough for the Conservatives and don't see money as being the bottom line, yet I can't identify with Corbyn's old-fashioned rhetoric.

It's not the 50's and men no longer pick fossil fuel from underground, nothing he says, or the way he says it, rings true of any struggle now or of the future.

Class struggle is out-dated.

What matters to me?

Public services should be in public hands.

There should be renewable energy, free education and no tuition fees, a working public transport system, a robust child care policy from birth, social rented housing including an imaginative use of abandoned buildings, we must spend, not on defence or propping up a long-lost power base, but on caring better for people.

From cradle to grave, they said.

What I want costs money and a lot of it isn't glamorous but the quality of life isn't about having lots of money, it's about how you spend it.

I have a green blouse, I might wear it.