This is pathetic: after finding my beautiful, seemingly-perfectly-healthy mum dead in her home in April and then enduring the kind of month that no-one would believe if they saw in a horror movie, I had obviously forgotten all about returning my voting papers for the local elections.
Consultations with friends-in-the-know yesterday indicated I would be ineligible to vote on account on the non returned papers.
Personally, I don't give a rat's ass about the elections right now but I was sitting moping in the house at 8pm last night, thinking how disappointed my mum, who never lost an opportunity to wax lyrical about poor Emily Davison under the king's horse, would be if I didn't vote. 
So on a whim I pootled down to the local polling station and lo and behold! my name was on their lists. Couldn't tell you who I voted for, I think I basically just ticked off the names of 3 women. 
And, of course, the first thing I wanted to do on leaving the polling station was phone my mum and say, "Hey mum, despite the fact that you've died, I still managed to go and perform my 'civic duty'. Aren't you proud??"
Which obviously wouldn't have worked.
Such a little thing, but it felt so huge to me last night.