If there’s one thing I love more than being canvassed at local election time, it’s being canvassed when I’m at someone else’s house. I promise those people the earth. Sure, my friend whose house it is will definitely vote Lib Dem, I tell them; I once saw him make a chicken salad to take on a protest march.
When a Green campaigner came to my sister’s front door, I confidently promised her a hard yes from both the adult kids, a definitely-maybe from my brother-in-law and the shoo-in of my sister. Given that there are three councillors in her ward, that was between nine and 12 more votes than the Greens had had a second before.
