The Herald has kindly agreed to publish a regular column in which I will report back on my work for you at Westminster. I hope you find it interesting and informative, this month's column is reproduced below. It’s only four weeks since you elected me as your MP - itself a privilege. But you also granted me the prerogative of an insider’s involvement in one of the most dramatic and important few days in post-war British politics. . However, when Lana and I drove to London on the Saturday after polling day to see our two boys again, with the adrenaline still flowing from a successful election campaign, I was unprepared for the events that followed. I knew the Conservatives hadn’t won a majority – but what next? Later that day, Tory MPs had a text message from David Cameron inviting us to meet him in his office to discuss his attempt to form a coalition government. Most colleagues were still in their constituencies, and there were only ten of us at the meeting, where David told us of his offer to the LibDems and asked our views. Forming a coalition is similar to merging two companies – and having handled such deals, I knew the risks of papering over the cracks to get an agreement at any cost. I was assured and impressed by his determination to deal with the potential difficulties, head on and up-front. Tory MPs met the next day for an update from William Hague and George Osborne on their negotiations with the LibDems before David presented us with a stark choice: to go the extra mile with them or to go into opposition. In truth, there was only one choice – everyone who worked and voted for me wanted us back in power. On the Tuesday evening the drama was over. When we met again it was to welcome and applaud David (Sam by his side) back from the Palace as our new Prime Minister. We were back in power. My role, albeit a minor one, in those events – having a voice in crucial decisions that shaped the country’s next government – tempered my post-election euphoria, as I realised for the first time the responsibilities that go with being an MP. Inevitably, the high political drama overshadowed my settling in at Westminster – the merry-go-round of collecting my security pass, being sworn in, taking my place for the first time on the green leather benches in the Commons chamber, electing the new Speaker, watching Her Majesty read the Queen’s Speech. Routine or not, it was exciting, and at times I had to pinch myself to be sure it was happening to me – the son of a refugee to this country. But there’s no time to be awe-struck, and I’ve already put down my first question to Ministers and intervened in a debate. On June 8, if I catch the Speaker’s eye, I’ll make my maiden speech in the debate on the economy – an opportunity to keep my promise to press for support to hard-pressed small businesses in the constituency. Only one thing has been missing – an office. And I just hope the authorities aren’t allocating them in alphabetical order! I have a hot desk, but prefer to work mostly from the Members’ tea room. You meet everybody there. The other day I bumped into Bob Neill, new minister for communities and local government, and lobbied him about the threatened fire station closures. I suspect it won’t be our last conversation. If since arriving at Westminster it’s been heady stuff at times, the constituency has kept me anchored firmly to the ground. I’ve always believed that politics is rooted in the interests of people locally. And it’s clear from meeting constituents at my first three surgeries that it’s their concerns – not the great national dramas – that matter most to them. You’re looking to your MP to champion you. That’s your expectation. And that’s my first responsibility as your MP.