… that was my thought this evening as I stumbled down yet another set of wet and slippery basement steps in Kentish Town towards an unlit front door. Presumably the residents know that the third step is twice the height of the rest, and that the edge of the fifth is crumbling away, but a humble canvasser seeking to help them in exercising their democratic rights doesn’t.
Canvassing after 4pm is no fun at all at this time of year – well except when you get a poster put up before your eyes, beautifully lit up by the streetlights. Had a couple of those this evening, which helped make it all feel worthwhile.
And to everyone I got out of the bath … sorry!
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