I took Granddaughter E and her friend to the park last week. It was only for 20 minutes so I assumed it would be fun. Well within moments of getting on the climbing frame the banter began. Each wanted to be first and the loser made a loud protest about being second. This went on whilst on the slide, roundabout and rocking horse. By then I had begun to sound like a Grumpy Gran, so decided to cut our losses and head back to their mothers.
On the way back they decided to race and as it was on the grass I did not interfere. Suddenly another mini argument started with each one declaring that they were the winners. Whilst they were shouting at each other they were gradually edging closer to each other and eventually they collided and landed flat out on the grass. No one was hurt so I just walked around the prostate bodies and told them to get up. A bit dishevelled they got back up on their feet, no worse for wear and absolutely adamant they would love to go to the park with me again next week.
I have always wondered what it must be like to be an MP during the run-up and after an election. Well maybe they run the race, shouting all the way that they are winning, then they collide on polling day and once they have tripped up, dust themselves off and in the words of the song ‘ start all over again’.
I wonder if Granddaughter E and her friend are preparing to go into politics. We’ll see!
