You know how bad the weather is — what with all those wheelie bins — and yet, even now at 8pm, and despite the “dreach”, the HQ is practically empty. Everyone’s still pounding the streets with the last of today’s leaflets.

There’s a real buzz here, and it’s a buzz I recognise from previous winning by-election campaigns. That feeling that everyone who’s here is getting ready to spend the next few days busting their guts to get oor Willie in.
So, if you can, come and join in. If you can’t, you can do phone-canvassing by getting touch with Sarah Morris at Lib Dem HQ.

And if you’re canny you can place a wee bet on the Lib Dems romping home. It’s the only reason I’m blogging — I’ve snuck upstairs to plug my laptop into the network so that I can put ma money where ma mouth is.

The other Scots word I learned last night was “fouter” — I thought for a minute it was the very rude French word “foutre” when I read it upside on a coaster. “Fouter” means prevaricate.

Well, we’re not foutering about in Lib Dem HQ in Dunfermline!

You know how bad the weather is — what with all those wheelie bins — and yet, even now at 8pm, and despite the “dreach”, the HQ is practically empty. Everyone’s still pounding the streets with the last of today’s leaflets.

There’s a real buzz here, and it’s a buzz I recognise from previous winning by-election campaigns. That feeling that everyone who’s here is getting ready to spend the next few days busting their guts to get oor Willie in.
So, if you can, come and join in. If you can’t, you can do phone-canvassing by getting touch with Sarah Morris at Lib Dem HQ.

And if you’re canny you can place a wee bet on the Lib Dems romping home. It’s the only reason I’m blogging — I’ve snuck upstairs to plug my laptop into the network so that I can put ma money where ma mouth is.

The other Scots word I learned last night was “fouter” — I thought for a minute it was the very rude French word “foutre” when I read it upside on a coaster. “Fouter” means prevaricate.

Well, we’re not foutering about in Lib Dem HQ in Dunfermline!

Blown-over wheelie bins

Originally uploaded by nilexuk.

The weather’s *that* good!

First floor cat

Originally uploaded by nilexuk.

Second day and my leaflet-carrying muscles and my stair-climbing muscles are still aching from yesterday. My feet are blistered. All a sign I don’t work hard enough at home, I fear.

Billetted with a lovely couple in a village called Strathmiglo about 20 miles away from HQ, through what was probably lovely countryside if it hadn’t been dark.

Today’s work is delivering target letters. Sat Nav has been such an amazing help in finding tiny remote villages. And also in finding tiny unmarked streets in big villages.

Weather not so good today. My host taught me a good scots word to describe it, which I have now forgotten.

Tenuous link to cat I saw at first floor window. On my mobile, it’s easier to photoblog through Flickr than to normal blog.

That’s Fife!

Originally uploaded by nilexuk.

Got into Lib Dem HQ after a speedy, pricey and unimpressive Continental breakfast (no scope for a big plate), and before the start of Woman’s Hour, I was back out of the car delivering Dunfermline’s own Wisteria Lane. New houses of the upper end of the Barrat variety, some of which were huge! Three storeys, at least four bedrooms facing the street and probably more over the garden. Balconies, appliances in the garages, sheds with verandas, gorgeous gardens, including one with a Scottish cross in snowdrops across the front lawn.

The leaflet is an 8 page glossy woman’s-magazine-alike, called That’s Fife (groan) with cartoons, a column by Clare Raynor, photo-diaries, etc.

That’s Fife!

Originally uploaded by nilexuk.

Got into Lib Dem HQ after a speedy, pricey and unimpressive Continental breakfast (no scope for a big plate), and before the start of Woman’s Hour, I was back out of the car delivering Dunfermline’s own Wisteria Lane. New houses of the upper end of the Barrat variety, some of which were huge! Three storeys, at least four bedrooms facing the street and probably more over the garden. Balconies, appliances in the garages, sheds with verandas, gorgeous gardens, including one with a Scottish cross in snowdrops across the front lawn.

The leaflet is an 8 page glossy woman’s-magazine-alike, called That’s Fife (groan) with cartoons, a column by Clare Raynor, photo-diaries, etc.