4th May, 2022.
Yes: it’s a quiet Wednesday.
One with something of a quandary.
I’m due a phone appointment with my GP at some point, today.
I don’t know when: as they don’t give you a time.
I also need to go and get milk, and order some more of my diabetes medications.
I can’t afford to phone, not on my money!
What to do … ?
Apart from muddle through, somehow, I don’t know!
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I have to admit, I met a politician, yesterday.
Over the past few years? I’ve had a minor issue: of local political parties shoving things through my door.
Despite my asking the local parties involved?
At least one — the local Liberal Democrats — have ignored my request.
Despite the fact they had a list of addresses who’d asked not to receive leaflets. I know that because I used to deliver for them, around here.
I was grateful that I caught Dominic Naylor, the local Liberal Democrat councillor that’s standing for re-election, delivering their most recent batch: yesterday.
I took the stuff out of the letterbox, pointedly ripped it up, handed it back to him … and politely — I hope! — told him I’d rather not have their stuff put through my door.
I wish him well, and wish him luck.
But hope that theatrical bit of bluntness makes my point.
I really don’t want political leaflets through my door.
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