There were five votes between winner and runner-up in our local elections. Five!
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I voted Green. Green lost. Not by five votes. But 38. So close! Maybe next time. Momentum builds. None the less I'm disconcerted. Nobody I vote for ever gets in whatever kind of election it is - whether political or something silly about singing and dancing on the television - my favourite always loses. Do I make foolish choices? Or jinx whoever I vote for?
Except . . . except . . . it turned out differently in the European elections. The results were announced late, after our children had gone to bed. So I crept to their rooms and whispered "A Green got in!". As any responsible mother would.
"Just one?" asked Worthing, struggling out of sleep. "Wow! That might have been my vote!"
"One Green," I said. "Not one vote."
(It's as if we've been voting for Martians!)
It went quiet. What was happening? Thinking or sleeping? It's sometimes hard to tell in the dark. I turned away.
"Imagine!" he whispered. (I don't know why we were whispering. I'd already woken everyone.) "Imagine if it had been by only one vote - everyone who voted Green would think it was their vote which decided it."
Of course we would!
It's an exciting idea.
People died for this.