I have just voted. The party for which I have voted is not the subject of this post, nor any political leanings I might have. (I've always had an instinct for which party I do or don't want in.) Walking out of the same local school which doubles as a polling station every few years, I always feel very proud and a bit emotional if I'm honest. I'm proud that I live in a country where our votes matter, where we are allowed to vote and we can be pretty sure the results are accurate. For all the moaning we do about the state of our country, how politicians are all liars (I heard three young men saying this as I came out) and they are "all the same", at least we are allowed to have a say.
Elf came with me and read a book from the school library shelf while I voted. I had to queue for the first time, which is a good sign I think? I chatted to this effect with someone in the queue. He had his little boy with him too. Amazingly quite a few young children accompanied their parents, probably more due to lack of babysitting, but it was almost a family affair!
On the way back, I saw groups of people walking along the streets to vote together with their neighbours. I haven't seen that many people out at the same time in our local area since the snow forced everyone to walk earlier in the year. People I knew and didn't know smiled at me and I smiled back.
I'm in no doubt that the result tomorrow will not be to my liking, but hey, I was a part of it and I felt proud to be part of it.