I am so achy, I've been on my feet practically nonstop since last Tuesday. Buuuut, I have Friday off this week. And apart from an early morning driving lesson, and a contact lens appointment (which may screw up my vision a little the rest of the day, if they give me drops and whatnot) I finally get to rest. And watch Avatar and eat take out with my son's Godparents in the evening.
And ... election day tomorrow. I don't know who to vote for. In the past, I've voted either Green or Lib Dem. But I only went for Lib Dem for two reasons - one, because when Charles Kennedy was leader, he said once 'we won't win, so we won't lie. If somehow we won, we'd raise taxes' blah blah blah. Second, because, and this is probably a little indicative of my generation, I don't want the blame, even if I want the voice. So I vote third party and get nowhere and it's like 'hey, I used my vote, but not for the guy in charge. If you screw up, I can moan'. So if I vote Lib Dem tomorrow, and by some miracle Nick Clegg becomes PM and we end up with no tax credits and a bunch of immigrants and on the euro supporting Greece ... I'll have no chance of moaning. That's my fault.
I like some things Labour have done the past few years. Fixed minimum wage (better than maybe £2 an hour like some people earned under Conservatives last time) and Tax credits and the Surestart scheme, which has basically helped me bring up my son (my midwife did a clinic there once a week, and it was easier to see her there than book an appointment with my GP). But I didn't vote in Gordon Brown and wouldn't if I have a choice.
Which leaves Conservatives, right? I admit, I voted for them in the European elections ... but I don't like feeling like the above options are cornering me into a vote. Especially as it looks like it'll be David Cameron anyway. So I won't have the right to moan should there be any policies I don't like.
I only have a few hours to reason this out, don't I? Or I can close my eyes and make a cross and see where it lands ...
... and in sadder news ... a teacher at a school my dad works in died today. She was handicapped anyway - Motor Neurone - but she died of a heart attack in the night. The kids used to love her, even if she couldn't really move. She was still a brilliant teacher by the sounds of things (guess you'd have to be, if you don't have the option to slack and write everything on the board for copying out like some of my teachers did) ... it's so sad. And how my dad managed to tell 30-odd 8/9 year olds their teacher died ... he phoned their parents first, but it's still something that must be tricky. Got a lot of respect for him.
Thank Goodness for my boy though. Today he goes 'no no' and 'yes yes' in a really posh voice, was hysterical! He kept singing Happy Birthday as I put him to bed, think there was a birthday in his nursery. Another worker told me his nickname at nursery is 'Baby Brad Pitt' ... I think it's meant to be a compliment, but I never got the Brad Pitt thing. They're a little older than me though, so I'll let it go. Oh, and another hospital worker told me he's a cheese fiend, and I blamed his grandpa for sneaking him cheese when they make dinner together (no cheese found in said dinners). It makes me wonder why he turns his nose up at mcdonalds cheeseburgers?
I'm off to do a little proof-reading now. Maybe some editing. If you're lucky ;)
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