On a wet cold street as dusk was falling ……… election stories …… the silly story

Now my electioneering days are over.

One I didn't deliver, 1946

With the 71st birthday fading into the distance, and a series of health issues, I am content to let others, trudge the streets, knock on doors and engage voters.

But I enjoyed my fifty odd years of making a difference and reflect that much of it was fun and with that fun comes stories, most of which will forever sit in the shadows.

But there is one, which, was less fun and more a moment which had the elements of a scary movie.

For there we were, leafleting off Sandy Lane, on a very cold and sleet driven evening, as the light was fast fading.

Tired and longing for the end of the session, I pushed the leaflet through the door, only for it to slowly and silently to reappear with no apparent human intervention.

With hindsight I know it was nothing more that the action of the leaflet meeting one of those plastic draught dividers attached to the inside of the letter box, and gently pushing it back.

But in the cold, semi dark I must admit it was “one of those moments”.

Location; Chorlton in the 1980s

Picture; out with Dr. I. Richmond in the November of 1946,in the collection of Andrew Simpson*

*A little bit of how elections used to be fought, out with Dr. I. Richmond in the November of 1946, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2019/02/a-little-bit-of-how-elections-used-to.html