There's a by-election where I live. Sadly it's been triggered by the death of our MP, but he was in his 80s and had been an MP for 47 years so if ever the phrase "good innings" applied...
A week ago my local Lib Dems selected our candidate, so Jackie who I'm used to talking with in the pub about science fiction and theatre is now the face and signature on hundreds of letters I stuffed into envelopes for six or seven hours this afternoon. I did see her today but we never seemed to finish a conversation without her being dragged away in the middle of it to do something more important. She's not used to having this high a profile, but the party's throwing a lot of resources at this election, which makes it exciting for everyone and hopefully not too overwhelming for her. Still she did help a lot with this unglamorous clerical work here (though she's not in this picture).
Having helped out on a by-election in confusing distant Oxfordshire, I only have to walk two minutes down the road this time, but in other ways they feel remarkably similar. I do hope to see as many friends, and make as many new friendly acquaintances, here as I did I'm Witney.
I'm terrible at the canonical Lib Dem activity of putting leaflets through doors because I can't read street signs or house numbers, but I like doing clerical work other people find hideously tedious, because you get to talk to people. And you're never far from the tea and snacks!
Plus today there was a dog. Candidog. He's called Ozzy.
Ozzy is veteran of other by-elections too, most recently Stoke, and was a very good boy, mooching around and making me smile by nudging up against my leg when I was least expecting it, letting me pet him with fingers smudged with ink and sticky from envelope glue. Definite morale boost.