Adelaide was not ungrateful for the personalised, but not personal, correspondence she had received from her local MP. Even without the pamphlet with that random assortment of testimonials from people who had never been to a sub-branch meeting before, Adelaide knew that the said MP was a hard-working local member who – given the chance – could make good things happen.
But Adelaide was still mightily pissed off about this and its broader implications. And she remembered that no one had got back to her and replied to the lucid, articulate emails she had composed on the matter.
Adelaide sighed, pursed her lips and scratched her head.
It was just like her mother had taught her. It is quite a responsibilty, having a vote.