Early Summer, 2015. The people on the next table leave a cash tip. Newly promoted at work, she’s a “teensy bit tipsy” and in a daring mood. She takes the £3 and leaves quickly.
In the middle of the night, guilt arrives with its haunting visage, so the next day she uses the money – wisely in her view – to buy the right to vote in the Labour Party leadership election.
Early Summer, 2045. She sits with her three children and asks if they think she made the right decision.
Maybe I didn’t say, her name was Kathryn Blair.