Plenty of queueing early this morning inside our polling station - and my centre for teaching concert-related classes - St Andrew's Fulham Fields. Following on from the agitprop, you-know-it-makes-sense footnote to the Georgia Brown post below, I fondly imagine the majority of local people will want Charing Cross Hospital saved, and now that Andy Slaughter's website has confirmed Labour's promise to stop its demolition going ahead - at least while a fuller report is conducted - the NHS manifesto with which he's now leading is the only one which adds up (not that I've seen anything of our Green or Lib Dem candidates). Clever of him to provide alternative voting cards which reached us yesterday afternoon - though I still used the straight version because I wanted to keep this one.
So is it really as simple as I see it, that voting Conservative or Labour is a choice between self-interest and a wider sense of community?
Actually I still say vote, no matter what your convictions - unless you're still blockhead enough not to see Ukip for what it is. I was at least a tiny bit pleased to see that a neighbour whom I rather like but who used to work for that party was sporting a blue rosette outside the church.
While I don't know what to believe about plans for a Tory coup in the confusion that is fairly certain to follow the results, I cry shame on the dirty war of the right wing press - I felt unclean holding my free copy of the London Evening Standard when I saw it was telling me how to vote, which of course it would as the plaything of a Russian oligarch's son - and all the panicmongering about Labour's possible pact with the SNP; shame on Miliband for ruling out any possibility, too. These have been unhappy elements in a generally low-key and not very inspiring campaign which just happens to be vital on the major issues (though the bigger ones about Europe and the wider world have not been raised).
Anyway, it's a lovely day after high winds and rain, so that should get the voters out. And was it a sign and a symbol that the flower most flourishing in the sensitive new replanting of the beds around the church was the bright red Papaver commosum?*
Most wished-for moment of the results as they come in tonight/tomorrow morning, apart from the unlikelihood of a cleaer win: being able to roll around on the floor with insane delight when Farage loses his bid for South Thanet. Please God.
*Correction made thanks to that omniscient horticulturalist Deborah van der Beek in her comment to the post above this one.