Naturally it's fab to see the Conservatives imploding under the weight of their own filth, and a change of government is fervently to be wished, but without radical rejuvenation of our democracy it feels like the offer of respite care merely.
Yes it will be nice to spend a few days in a cosy B&B in Staithes courtesy the local churches' Carer Support initiative, strolling the foreshore, unwinding, drinking slow fireside pints in a smugglers' pub, catching up with a bit of reading, getting some uninterrupted nights' sleep. But it'll pass all too quickly and then back to your alzheimic charge, to the nerve-shredding howling, the violence, the incontinence and gibberish, to the accelerating tragedy.
The party of the non-dom tax avoider will re-group. Although I'm getting on a bit and there's talk of them being out of power for a generation, I fear I could yet live to see it.