Thursday

Daisy drove me and Jay to vote when she got home from college. This stolen shot is all I am allowed (well, actually this hasn’t been approved) to mark the occasion of her first vote. I said she could make it a tradition of taking her aged parents to vote. She did marvel at the community centre though. “What is this place? Why do they have a cafe in it?” She has been there before, just obviously not in her living memory.

Not that I have ever had a single winning vote ever. That’s what you get for living in safe Tory, leave the EU towns. I did get a little moment of excitement that maybe this time might be different but Daisy started quoting percentages at me and put me right.