As I left Westminster Hall, with the chant, 'Macron, Présidente!' ringing in my ears, I proudly grasped my EU flag whilst walking past Parliament, and once again felt what I had felt before last year's setbacks - inspired by politics - inspired by the possibility politics brings, let's all keep our fingers crossed and hope he pulls this off - En Marché !
Embrace the grey or dye. It's up to you. But go do something you love. Be someone you love. Move furniture around, set fire to things, chuck out the unwanted, find music in silence. Find truth. No one's truly happy being a mortal, sensing the final stop. So a grey hair, a crappy diagnosis, a simple wake-up call, remind you your days are numbered, and that it's what you do or don't do that defines you.
A girl steps into a big house and won't nod in agreement with her mother who thinks the kitchen unit is absolutely stunning, is it IKEA? She won't look at surface, at cut-glass vases, at paintings of gravy-faced aristocrats holding guns - she'll look inside things. Cupboards, boxes, locked-up doorways, cellars. Or he will, if he's a boy.
What did the voters see in Fillon? I think it was partly his reputation, straight-talking and honesty. Partly his style: he looks presidential and exudes calm and confidence. And partly his programme, crafted during his long road trip around France. He is the only presidential candidate I can remember who has had the courage to tell French voters that France needs serious economic reform.