Under canvas?

My son is old enough to vote now and a birthday card from our MP popped through the letterbox today. It was a few days late, even though they’ve had the last thirteen years to get it organised. ;-)

By pure coincidence, one of the candidates for our local council knocked on our door in the evening. We’ve never been visited by a candidate in the twenty years we’ve lived here and, considering we’re in the middle of nowhere, it was no mean feat so she must be made of stern stuff!