A bloody #Labourdoorstep at 7am.
ffs.
Bloody #labourdoorstep. Whilst I'm still eating my Bran Flakes as well.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) May 5, 2016
#whynotjointheLabourparty, etc.
I had more pressing matters on my mind. Such as searching the house for cat sick.
The mad cat woke me up in the early hours with her Chunder Woman guttural activities. I made a mental note to track it down at a more reasonable hour, and drifted off back to sleep.
The annoyance of the bloody #Labourdoorstep and AWOL cat sick didn’t make for a great start on Thursday morning.
In Better Door Knocking News: the lovely postman knocked and delivered my new f828 camera.
It’s a bloody BEAUT.
I’m looking forward to my first serious photoshoot with it sometime next week.
Work was bloody manic - full on from 7am to 9pm, with only a brief break for a swim and a vote.
@MrBoom was as the pool. We had a brief chat, and then I splashed around for a bit, before having to bugger off back to base for more work.
I slipped out to vote.
“Can I see your number?”
…asked the teller from the political party that I am least likely to vote for.
Piss off, you daft old bat.
(I didn’t actually say that…)
The rest of the evening was spent on work shifts, and some preparation for the Colchester Borough Council election count.
I cycled off at 10pm. I arrived back around 9 hours later.
It’s been a bloody long night / morning. Which is why this hit and miss diary entry is being bashed out just as you are tucking into your egg and bacon.
Bed…