Thursday we were doing Mwrog street in Ruthin and the houses opposite the Texaco filling station. Mwrog street was the one that flooded a few years ago, so most of the houses seemed to have new doors and I also got to see the new overflow channel for the river, which is designed to protect the street should a flood occur again.
We did some leafleting last year too and once again I marvelled at how some people expected to ever receive any post. There were tiny little letter boxes; there were viciously sprung ones and the ones with very stiff draft excluding bristles inside that meant that as you shoved the leaflet through, it just crumpled up. I was wary of shoving my fingers through for fear of dogs lurking on the other side.
The highlight of Thursday was venturing through a gate set in a wall and discovering a big empty house hidden behind it that one wouldn't ever suspect was there. It felt almost like the beginning of a mystery story, though all that happened to me was that I quietly left again, carefully shutting the door behind me.
Friday's leaflet drop was in the curving streets and cul de sacs of a modern housing estate, which three of us managed to do without becoming lost. We gave up when we ran out of green IT leaflets. I certainly felt that all my motivation had just vanished, but we only had a few language leaflets left, honest. *g*
Back then to the college to revise a bit more of the New CLAIT booklet, which really ought to be the New New CLAIT booklet because they've change the qualification again, but that would be silly.