Cheadle by-election

I go up to Cheadle to lend a hand in the by-election which followed the sad death of Patsy Carlton. I canvas for about three hours in the midday sun – and despite lashing of sun cream – the bit on my back I couldn’t reach bears bizarre strap marks the next day.

Then I do some delivering – but we all have to be back for a photo-op with Charles K at 4.30pm. After which I (and Susan Kramer) decide we have had as much as our old bodies can cope with and travel home on the train together.