Children are wonderful when they get you involved in things outside your usual existence. I got home from work last night to discover that a candidate for Parliament was dropping by our house -- and I had a grocery delivery scheduled for the same time. I had no idea!
I lugged some suitcases out of the front room -- we just got home from America last week, and I'd gone straight back to the office so planned this weekend to get the suitcases emptied. Then the groceries arrived. The hall by the front door was filled up with bright orange supermarket plastic bags.
The doorbell rang again and standing on my doorstep was Gareth Epps who is a prospective MP. I apologized profusely for the mess, and he was very nice about it, pretending not to notice that he had to step over bags of milk and cereal to get to our front room.
To make up for this, I offered him Girl Scout cookies that I'd just brought back from Mississippi -- these cookies are an institution in the United States. He said they were delicious (he had the fab chocolate mint ones and some peanut butter ones. My husband refuses to eat anything with peanut butter in it as it's just too American for his taste.)
We had a wonderful visit with Gareth (pictured above), and were out this morning distributing campaign leaflets on this behalf and feeling like we were part of something great.
Anybody in Reading East who reads this post, you MUST vote for Gareth! (or else)