Note to self: if driving to Scotland again, do so in daylight for spectular countryside most of the way.  Almost 7 hours to drive home.  Somehow, despite leaving Scotland (north of Nottingham) GPS managed to route me so that I arrived in Nottingham from the South.  Cumbria is full of speedcameras.  One on every bridge, mobile vans.  Must keep a careful eye on the post.

Ballot papers have arrived for leadership election.  Bumped into both Huhne and Campbell during the campaign, both of them desparately trying to be leaderly and wander around the HQ inspiring activists.  I was actually staying in Campbell’s constituency.
Very tired now.  My eyelid is spasming and I can hardly keep awake.  But there are results to wait for and a leadership hustings.

Have driven nearly 1,000 miles including ferrying leafleters around for practically every waking moment in the last few days.  Probably 100 quid in petrol.  And why?  Of course there’s the fillip of helping do my bit for the party.  But mostly it’s the people.  Loads of totty, some elected totty, and this time, tons of Scotty totty.  Loads of people like me, only nicer, brighter, and harder-working.  A chance to oil the network wheels, and find out what jobs are going.  Lots of bright young things in new jobs who got there by turning up at by-elections.  Loads of American interns who were all slightly shell-shocked, hadn’t banked on seeing Scotland at all during their stay, and were mostly livid that KFC UK doesn’t have ‘biscuits’.
Starving and CBA to cook.  Feet in a seriously bad way. Ringing tour of Nottingham this weekend to put final touches to.

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Wake me for the results.     If we win, betfair.com gives me my petrol money back and a little over.