Last night I approached with much excitement. Last night I was prepared. I had wine, I had snacks, I even had a fully kitted out sofa bed in front of the TV.
At 11pm I marched an asleep Mr B off to bed and settled in. I was excited. I was excited to see how this general election would change the face of the last five years of British politics under Tory (Coalition) rule.
And then the BBC exit poll happened. My heart in my mouth I searched #GE2015 and #BBCexitpoll frantically on twitter looking for some solace. For confirmation that it couldn’t possibly right. Could it? My timeline was streaming so fast I could barely keep up with those looking for exactly the same answers as me. Twitter was CROSS…but there was still some hope.
A YouGov poll said different, so they must be right? Paddy Ashdown offered to eat his own hat if the BBC poll was right.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief and watched the first few counts come in. Labour, all of them. I snuggled up.
And a few hours later it all went to hell.
You know what happened.
Scotland ‘roared like a lion’. Labour took the hit.
The Lib Dems, predictably, got punished for their behaviour in rolling over on tuition fees at the formation of the coalition five years ago and were, quite simply, obliterated.
The political map turned more and more blue.
I dozed in and out in horror.
My dreams no better than the reality unfolding.
I fear we, the UK public, missed an opportunity here.
I worry for the old, the sick, the poor. I worry for the families desperately trying to rent decent homes and failing. Struggling to make a choice between eating and heating.
I fear for the increased reliance on food banks – something I had never even heard of in my own childhood.
Mostly I fear for the NHS. Our AMAZING NHS. I cannot see how it can possibly survive another five years of Tory rule.
Will they save me some tax? Yes, probably.
Will I save on childcare? If they do what they said they would, yes, probably.
Will our country be better with them in power?
I can’t see how.
I hope I’m wrong.
I’m looking at you right now Dave.
Please don’t screw this up.