Friday, 7 May 2010


Last night, whilst ballot papers were counted and the nation's future decided, the Gordon family slept. Straight through the small hours of the morning, straight through the dark hours before daybreak and straight through the first hopeful strains of the pre-dawn chorus.

Only once daylight started streaming through the curtains and a hung parliament was practically inevitable, did the little boy awake. I blinked open my eyes with a feeling of guilty panic, and realised that my little boy had slept through the night.

It's an achievement that's left me feeling rested, elated, proud and a little bit sad that he can manage so well without me for so long...

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