Postbox stuffing
Through the door this morning, a political tract of vote for me-ness. It was nearly straight in the fire, as on first glance I took it to be a Tory missive, but then I recognised the person campaigning was a girl I went to school with.
I had to read it to find out she's a not a Tory. Phew. But it made me feel a bit old to realise she was who I thought she was.
I may even vote for her.
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