Today is the day after the election and the day after the election is the day I like the best.

Some years ago I was in conversation with a local councillor who told me how horrible he felt the Saturday after an election.

He described it as the biggest come down ever.

Now, this probably goes for most elections, but at council level it is a little different.

Because at council level you will more than often get stopped every single day in the street when someone isn’t happy about something for whatever reason.

He described the Saturday as a lonely day. For the preceding few weeks he had been the centre of attention.

Every single day he was surrounded by people who and I have to use this term as it makes most sense … were ‘bigging him up’.

The Friday was great as he had won and could bask in the glory for a while. The Saturday though was lonely. No-one actually called him and after weeks when he was getting 20 calls a day – today he was getting none. He wasn’t getting any texts either.

This particular councillor went on to say there actually should be a counsellor for a councillor. The great highs are followed by the great low and the realisation that no-one was going to call him now unless they needed something.

I likened it to winning the FA Cup. By Tuesday no one really gave a hoot. But this wasn’t winning the FA Cup though was it.

Mid conversation I actually started feeling sorry for this guy and told him if he was having problems on the Saturday then give me a call and I will take him to the local Kebabish to talk through the campaign again.

Even if I had no interest in it whatsoever, we could talk through the leaflet drops and so forth.

There is nothing finer than sitting and reminiscing about life over a jug of mango lassi.

So, today ladies and gentleman is the glory day and Saturday is the reality check day.

Losing an election doesn’t sound so bad now I guess?