Thursday, 6 May 2010
People wearing blue rosettes are stalking the village. I am invited in for coffee by my district councillor who tells me it doesn't matter what my politics are and do I take sugar.
I have sort of nailed my colours to the mast this time around, making a statement in a sea of blue. I am voting tactically, even if the Prime Minister says I shouldn't, because to do anything else around here would be a waste of a vote
In the Grigg household, there is a good-natured split, with posters for two political parties up in the window. The blue and orange - complimentary colours - look good against the purple door and profusion of wallflowers and pink and black tulips.
When I saw him in the pub, I walked across the bar to congratulate him.
'I thought you were going to punch me,' he said, flinching.
To be fair, our sitting MP Oliver Letwin has been a very good constituency MP. It's just a shame he's Conservative.
Tonight, as the results come in, we are having an election party, with our neighbours Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie, Mrs Bancroft and Nobby Odd-Job. I have persuaded my good friend Pelly Sheepwash and her husband, Anakin, to attend, just to restore some political balance. There is only so much Tory guffawing I can take.
I also need allies. Nobby Odd-Job is conducting a second investigation after his Tory poster was removed from his garden. Without wishing to protest too much, I can honestly say it was not me.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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