Dad’s displeasure at the road closure was best described in the string of expletives uttered when he saw the road closed signs.
We would have to go the long way past the Houses of Parliament.
He had set opinions of politics. One was Politicians never knew what they were doing, apart from feathering their own nests and his opinions were correct.
An ominous silence settled over us as we drove past the Parliament and dad true to form let go his usual tirade.
We huddled in our seats, with no amount of placating from mum making any difference.