You know, the sort of people who rely on the local primary school to teach their children to read and write.
People who save for a dignified old age. Women who would prefer to look after their own babies instead of leaving them in a Harriet Harman-approved battery farm.
Men who believe that our troops abroad need more than fine words to protect them.
I always believed Labour was the party that would look out for these people.
So why the change of heart? Why now?
In truth, there was no Eureka
No sudden, overwhelming desire to tear off my red silk socialist bustier
and run into the warm, tweedy
embrace of that nice David Cameron.