Life is a bit samey at present. I'm out supporting our Council candidates in Montgomeryshire whenever I can find the time. And I'm also trying to keep up with the early summer work in the garden. This afternoon I've been constructing a slate circular seat around a slate monument on top of our newly created mount - photograph shortly. The weather has been kind in that the nothing much is growing and the garden is 'on hold'. Two hot days would send me into a tailspin. I need summer to hang fire until next Friday.
Back to the stump. Montgomeryshire is such an interesting constituency. Campaigning style is so varied - depending on which part I'm working in. In the East, near Offa's Dyke, supporting Mark at Four Crosses, people are happy to tell me that they are voting Conservative (or not) - and they are doing. Seriously encouraging. For the first time in my political life, being a Conservative in Montgomeryshire feels like a major bonus. Could get to enjoy this. In Llanfyllin, last night it was so different. Two hours door knocking and no-one would cough up which way they intended to vote. It felt good though. In Newtown today three people told me that they were not voting because we (politicians in general that is) only came around at election time. I did wonder what they would say if we came around when it wasn't! This Council election is so important to me. If I'm going to seriously threaten the Lib Dem majority at the next General Election, I need at least four Montgomeryshire Conservatives to give us our first ever decent base . Next Thursday, I'll be more nervous than the candidates. Shadow Secretary of Wales, Cheryl Gillan put me in a good mood when her office rang to say she wanted to spend three hours with us on election day. If we win six, Lembit Opik is toast - but that's only my opinion.
And back to the garden. This is a big, big summer for us. Several W.I.s, Merched y Wawrs and garden clubs have booked up for visits, and No 3 son, Tim is marrying Adrienne, a good Catholic girl who bullys me unmercifully. The reception is in a marquee on the lawn on the 39th anniversary of the day Mrs D and I were hitched. And we're converting outbuildings into a house for Mrs D's mum to move into before the wedding. So much pressure. Being an Assembly Member was a doddle compared with all this. I'll try to read the papers tomorrow and catch up with what's happening in the political world.