Why am I smiling? And what does this have to do with feet? Well, everything.
This was the last door I knocked on late yesterday (Dunwood Place). I was campaigning, but my feet were complaining.
I am smiling because I have met so many nice, supportive people all day, but also because I could see me putting my feet up in just a short while…
Campaigning is hard work. Thank you to all the many nice people I talked t0 and who were so supportive and encouraging!


