A discovery for medical science: I’ve identified a new syndrome – leafletter’s knuckle. After delivering about 2,700 Green Party leaflets over a couple of days, most of the skin has gone off the knuckles on my right hand (the result of paper cuts and encounters with letter-boxes that seem to have been adapted from a design for mousetraps).
I’ve also had lots of encounters with deadly basement flat stairs, and some horribly bodgy lifts. At the fourth rattle and the fifth squeak, I think: “I’m glad mobile phones were invented; at least it will be easy to call the fire brigade.” That is often followed by the thought: “What was this building called again?”
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