No, you mean 'In' again tomorrow
. The S.O. and I watched each other hawk like as we filled in our postal votes yesterday in case we put a cross in the wrong box. With having no 'proper' names to latch onto I, for one, keep getting my ins and outs mixed up. We then drove to the council offices with our votes and I insisted on seeing the receptionist put them into the ballot box [paranoid, moi?]. Would help you with your leafleting if I could; we've had nothing through the letter box here.
Good Morning Sunday 23rd August 2926
. Probably helped that most people were out at work! Whatever, I survived. Out again tomorrow
by mentioning that this kind of thing has happened before.