strongly“I don’t really,” he grumbled, “it’s just…” – he tapped the photo of Jeremy Corbyn and the flame-haired woman with a greasy finger –“…who in their right mind is going to take these people seriously?”
right mindAs he went to pick up another slice of toast, Victoria clutched his wrist suddenly, an expression of mock-seriousness etched onto her face. “Adam, truthfully. You have to tell me now. Are you a Tory?”
ToryHe turned the page of the paper and scoffed at her, releasing his wrist to continue with his breakfast. “No! I vote Labour, actually. Even when they don’t deserve my vote. I think I’m what they call a ‘centrist’, though. Iris used to like – what was his name? John Smith!”
Victoria breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. “That’s okay then. I voted Lib Dem once, but I was y
