As the Easter holiday began, I picked the post of the floor and discovered three polling cards. Three!!. Goodness – they’re letting my elder son vote this year. I haven’t quite rushed to the photo albums to look at the pictures of him as a baby, but somehow, today, eighteen years seems to have flown like lightening. He can vote, kill & die for his country. (Don’t think he can stand as an MP though.)
I should have seen this coming as he brings home more and more interesting history & politics homework, and while he doesn’t want any help planning its completion, he’s more than happy to bring his opinions to the dinner table. Lets hope he (& I) use our votes wisely in the next two months.
One from my sun oracle blog. Feb 2016.