A Good Feeling
My grown-up but live-in daughter managed to avoid strikes by Greek air traffic control and the renewed progress of the ash cloud to arrive home from her Cyprus holiday in the early hours of this morning. When she got up and had unpacked her case she suggested that we go to vote together. Having children who value the vote and think it important to exercise it I find very pleasing, in fact I have a certain amount of pride when we enter the voting booths next to each other. Particularly because, after quizzing me at length about the nature of the Bristol East constituency and the likely outcome, she explained she was undecided between Labour and LibDem but didn't want to do anything that might let in the Tories.
I fact I felt so good about this that I didn't even complain when she then invited me to lunch at the pub down the road from the Polling Station - but pointed out that I would have to pay "because I don't have any English money".
