I suggested to the Mrs, a Guardian reading sociology lecturing paid up member of the Labour party, that she should start looking at Irish websites to see where we will flee in the event of a Labour victory on June 8th. She seems unconvinced. Worse still, our household is a democracy and eight month old Joshua will get the casting vote.
I have done my bit. He waves his arms enthusiastically as I chant "lock her up" if we see Hillary Clinton on the TV. He is a quick learner. I have amended certain nursery rhymes so that they give out a powerful message on the virtues of hard work, thrift and self reliance. But the Mrs offsets this by taking him to Politically Correct Nursery Rhyme classes run by the crackpots at Bristol City Council. No more drunken sailors, etc.
And now I discover that Bernie Sanders is in Bristol tomorrow. I have suggested that if it is okay for Bernie to have three houses we should too but I fear that is not what the old fool will be discussing. Joshua will be brainwashed with a lot of nonsense about how Corbyn is the answer to all our problems, global warming, the evil Trump and other matters. How I pray that he will loudly utter his first words "lock her up - drain the swamp" at an opportune moment.
I fear that he will not and the emigration vote is thus looking like 2-1 against me. But I still have hopes that Joshua may see the light with a bit more prepping. The Mrs is beyond redemption