A Good Stuffing

It turns out that there are far more than 12,000 letters and envelopes to deal with. Some have been sent out to wards. But when I arrive there are about 20 people and hurrah a folding machine working hard and hitting targets.

Although it is something of a farewell symphony and we get down to single figures as we reach the third tranche of leaflets - letters to promises in one ward where members are planning to hand deliver not post them - we do get through the work cheerfully.

Anecdotes abound. A certain activist who produced a torrent of complaints by working delivering leaflets into the wee small hours. The 'turkey gate' which saw off one ex Councillor, now a buddhist holiness and Greens organiser. And also tales from our local marginals. With a certain amount of gallows humour on a seat or two where our candidate may be doomed. Deservedly or otherwise.

Deserved where the detailed politics of the individual, their hollowing out of their local party through crap politics and also personality clashes, and where as far as anyone can tell this is compounded by a failure to gather information or campaign effectively.