The next twelve hours are the most crucial in our country’s destiny. Will a band of the Labour Party’s elite decide that they have an obligation to enter government even if they have little chance of implementing Labour Party policy, that they must sacrifice the policies they fought so hard to place before the people so that they can be toasted and complimented in the broadsheets of the enemy and stand a better chance to earn for themselves big fat pay cheques and pensions multiple times the amount of most people’s salaries?

Or will they have the maturity to defer minor reward now for a chance to become the lead opposition party, to provide some credible and effective counterweight to the next round of so called “pro-market” devastation about to be unleashed on us as a people and a nation? Will they have the patience to defer taking office until a time when they can wield real power to effect positive change?

All I can do as I wait to find out the answer is get ready to cook my children’s meals, spend some moments contemplating the movements of the sycamore’s branches against the sky outside my window, ruminate on the newspaper article of a friend and read the poems by Walcott and some translations by Heaney and Armitage I've set aside for today – the sort of activities, the sort of life I hope I can continue with in the future whatever the outcome.