Or rather the candidate that I voted for.
Not saying who, lets just say that I didn't really like any of them, the photo of the conservative candidate made him look like a dirty old man in a brown overcoat or paedophile as son said, Labour candidates I have never heard of, the Lib Dems have ruined the council and there was someone from liberty freedom party - or some such name.
So I stood there and looked at the boxes, looked again, looked for a third time and decided to only vote for one candidate instead of the choice of two that we were given.
My argument being, 1 of them will get in. The one that is the one I chose I can moan at personally, the one that I didn't vote for that will get in I can moan at because I used my vote - I voted.
Hubby I admit, despite many protestations did manage to get to vote as well and couldn't believe it took me so long to make my mind up (he only ever votes for one party every time, he is very predictable) then came the analysis as we walked home, who we had voted for and why - the only time we ever discuss politics apart from the rare occasion when he wants to call everyone in parliament a**es!
So I have done my duty, My X was placed and I wish whoever wins luck because believe me, you will now be inundated with letters of complaint on a regular basis, something which I think you will find your predecessor did which is probably why he decided that enough was enough and stood down!
