Heaven knows I'm miserable now
Last night I lay in my hospital bed and wept into the pillow.
They were not tears because after two months away I miss my partner and son, or of frustration that I cannot walk, stand or use my hands properly, or of discomfort from neuropathic pain, or even from fear of the tumour growing in my pelvis and attacking my nervous system. I am all cried out from those causes.
They were tears for the Labour Party I love and its humiliation. Its lost councillors. The poor, the weak, the old, the sick, who need a Labour Government and a Labour council.
But also for Gordon Brown, who, whatever his faults and errors or my anger at his ousting of Tony Blair, is a good man who does not deserve what is happening to his premiership.
Please let this be over fast. If we are going to change leader the PLP needs to do it now and end the misery for both Gordon and everyone like me who loves Labour and cannot bear to see the party’s death by one thousand cuts.