On Thursday, I signed up to HearFromYourMP who will add you to a queue of other people in your constituency. When enough have signed up, your MP will get sent an email. It’ll say ’20 of your constituents would like to hear what you’re up to– hit reply to let them know.’
On Friday, Alistair Burt walks into the Father’s Group in Sandy where I go with my son. Scary.
Of course, I didn’t ask him any of the questions I would have wanted to (will he be supporting the government’s new paternity leave plans, does he support the East-West rail link while opposing the Willington rowing lake, &c., &c.). He seemed quite nice as well, which is a really annoying trait in a politician, although being liked is his job. That said, two babies and four toddlers were present, none of whom he kissed. Scandalous.
Dare I ask why you didn’t ask him the questions?
My brain was completely blank at the time, too taken up with thinking Goodness, it’s Alistair Burt. I only thought of the questions later. Maybe I’ll write to him. I also forget to ask him who he voted for in the Tory leadership contest: I know he was a Ken Clark supporter in round one, which is not a bad thing in my book.