the Whirlwind asked me yesterday afternoon. She was standing there looking cold, wet and generally miserable. As Friday afternoons are usually cause for celebration I was a little alarmed by this apparent interest in politics.
She shrugs off her raincoat and her soaking wet shoes, dries her hair on the towel I pass over and heads for the cupboard in which the mugs are kept. A hot drink is in order. I tell her to make herself some Milo (chocolate flavoured).
She nods and repeats the question about when are we going to get a government.
"Probably sometime next week."
"Oh. I thought if you had an election then you should know by now."
"Well yes, we should," I tell her.
"Well why don't we?"
"Because the three remaining independents have not yet made up their minds which side to back."
"But if they are independent then they should be independent. They should not be on one side or the other."
I explain why they will be. The Whirlwind is not impressed. We talk some more about this while she drinks her Milo.
"They should go and ask the people who elected them. It should be what they want. They are supposed to be working for them."
I could not agree more but politics does not work that way. Then I discover what is really bothering her.
"Well I just wish they would hurry up and stop arguing because my Dad has had to work and work all the time because of them. They are just being selfish."
I agree with that too.