Last Autumn I was, as you would imagine, delighted, humbled and privileged to enter the House of Lords. Many people mention the miles of corridors and difficulty in determining direction or destination. Having been warned of this I turned up with my trusty guide dog, Lottie.It was only shortly before arriving that I learnt Lottie was to be the first dog to enter the House of Lords. Ah, as ever and forever, I find myself upstaged by the pooch.
She’s performed well, pays attention during all debates, never growls when the Minister is on his feet, well…..
In truth, the only time we have taken a wrong turn, through the kitchens as it happens, was due to my entrusting the guiding task to a human. In fairness, from Lottie, lost amongst the savorous smells, protest, there came none.
So, like buses, having waited for centuries, we now find ourselves with, the potential for another canine arrival in these parts.
When David Blunkett announced he is to retire from the Commons next year the news was greeted, rightly, with much praise for what he has achieved, not least at the Home Office. He says he has much he still wants to contribute to public life as well as the many charities he supports.
Who can predict the future but might we, next year, hear the patter of tiny paws padding south from green to red. Might 2015 not only mark 800 years of Magna Carta but a hundred percent increase in doggy deliberations in the upper House?