And so the year's biggest waste of money per vote cast (aside from the EU who make it their mission to run the central heating in their twin ivory towers off burning banknotes) is finally over and the first Police and Crime Commissioners are duly elected.
At least two wards in Newport (mine and my elder daughter's) never received a single document describing the election.
Had an independent candidate not worn his weary way through the streets knocking doors asking for votes (and most of us all know only too well what a pain in the rump, knees, ankles and heels THAT is) I would not have had the faintest idea who to vote for. Alas I see that instead of the policeman with 30 years experience of the sharp end, the nutty electorate of Gwent have selected the lawyer who lines his pockets with a kings ransom every time some sleazeball politician thinks up a new way for everybody but him to be politically correct.
I refer of course to the Welsh Assembly Government - as they choose to style themselves these days.
In the light of the rantings of a certain Westminster health minister last week I chose to make my contempt of his stance known to the man who collects well over twice what the average resident of Wales earns to "represent" me in the talking pit in Cardiff Bay. And I got a reply in double quick time.
My e-mailed letter to John Griffiths my (Labour) constituency AM sent through the most excellent gateway provided by writetothem.com asked for confirmation that the recent rantings of a Westminster Health Minister will be given short shrift this side of Offa's dyke where, as I am repeatedy told by Westminster MP's to whom I raise concerns, members of the Welsh Assembly are given full powers over all health matters which are a devolved power.
I thought it was only Vince "The Gringotts Goblin" Cable who came up with barking mad ideas to fuel late night small talk over party conference beer. Well was I wrong on that one. For the lad has come up with two absolute stunners this week.
First up is a really nasty kick in the teeth for anyone thrown out of their job courtesy of the uncaring scum he fiddles the books for.
Get pregnant while you're on benefits and guess what, the amount you get won't be what someone who had that many kids to start with gets.
So what he's saying is that while they continue to throw the doors open to every Tom Dick and Harry sorry I meant Mohammed Yusef and Iqbal and their entire harem and progeny imported to swell the population of the "enrichers", anyone already here must live in fear of an unplanned pregnancy while they wait for his unplanned economy to pick up.
For those of you who have been living in a cave for the past week or so, a few days ago the Secretary of State for health declared that he was such an expert in the fields of medicine, psychiatry and obstetrics that his word and his word alone should be good enough to have the time limit for abortions dropped from its present 24 weeks to a mere 12 weeks.
The reality of course is that Jeremy Hunt is a prize tosser with a less than spotless reputation whose only claim to the job he now holds is his privileged education in the same establishment that "educated" Cameron and his Bullingdon Club Side Kick Boris Johnson, and his arse kissing while in opposition in support of Cameron's bid for the top job at the expense of less photogenic but far nobler men. A brief glance at his wikipedia entry will show you his attitude to tax and tax avoidance too.
One of the funniest quotes in the funniest film I ever heard for many a year went something like "No Dang Namm It I said The Sheriff is A ........" But that was a life away in a world where, when Fred Flintstone put the cat out, the chorus line's reference to "having a gay old time" had quite a different meaning to what it is today.
So I felt those who have not seen the apology tucked away in the dusty corner of the BBC Website should have the opportunity to have a laugh with me. For god knows we need one. For it seems several of our White - and at least one mulatto - women are missing.
So the question remains today "Where Am All De White Women At".