Was I wrong ?
My M.P. ( God Bless him ! ) has been quite helpful to me of late and last week I thought that I'd repay him by offering assistance with constituency matters. In the end it was agreed that I'd get the family out distributing leaflets when it was necessary. This seemed like an easy task to accomplish and I therefore sat back to await the call come next general Election.
Last Saturday, and I'd gotten rid of the kids in order to to host a mammoth ****-up to celebrate the hoped for England Rugby World Cup victory. OK, we lost but this did not reduce one whit the amount of alcohol consumed ; so Sunday morning rolls around and I am still in bed at 10 o/clock nursing a colossal hangover and hanging on to the bed posts to stop the room whirling around. The doorbell rings and rings and rings until I shout at "'er Indoors" to get out of the shower and answer the bloody door ! Thinking that it might have been the kids turning up early, she throws a towel around herself and answers the doorbell. On it stands a party worker wanting to discuss the distribution of political leaflets. She dealt with him very well, I thought, knowing that I'd have been just a little terse with him ! The next day I sent off a very angry email to my M.P. Was I wrong ?