I think it would look very nice in the bathroom
Last night I broke my duck, and for the first time ever voted in local elections. Despite UKIP offering to repair all the terrible pot holes in our roads, I didn't think that is where my cross should go. Both The Boy and The Cat were also able to vote for the first time. As The Cat's Mother reminded us, many people have died to ensure we have that honour and privilege. I can't say that I'm a great fan of the way democracy works in modern Britain, but on balance it's probably better than having a despotic tyrant in charge.
Once we'd done our duty, The Boy took me off to the pub, and bought the first round. It was truly the best pint I've ever had.