So, 7am tomorrow looms and the real voting starts. I like the ceremony of the voting process - I don't like postal votes because it reduces it to nothing more than paying a bill or answering a survey. Putting a cross in the box is my chance to make my views known and I've voted in every election where I've had the chance since I was 18. Tomorrow, I'll walk up to the local school with my family to cast our votes - we've always gone together, so the kids understand the importance of voting and the need to make it a habit.
For me, it isn't just a hard-won right, but also a civic duty. The sight of the people of South Africa queuing for hours to make sure that they had their say in that country's first free election brought a tear to my cynical old eye (not THAT old, at that point, to be honest). If you don't vote, you don't have the right to whinge. Tomorrow, a third of the Birmingham electorate is expected to cast their votes for their councillors, so it could mean that just 10% or so of the people living in your ward decide who will spend four years representing you on those benches in the Council House. I don't think that's good enough, so do me a favour.
Whatever else you do tomorrow, make a difference - get out and vote. Polling stations are open 7am - 10pm and you don't need your polling card to vote. Just turn up, tell the clerk your address and they'll sort you out.
As for which party - if you don't know the drill by now, you haven't been paying attention.
Blogging has been light over the past few weeks because of the campaign, but I should return with an overall assessment of the results on Friday morning or afternoon - depending on when I surface after a long sleep. Election day is always a long day and usually kicks off at dawn and runs through until the wee small hours of the next day.
Good luck to the 40 comrades across the City.