Why I Hate Leaflet Delivery

[miss_s_b]

So, this morning I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed at stupid o'clock, even though I will be working till midnight tonight, so I could go and participate in what is laughingly referred to as an Action Day. For those of you who are not politically active, an Action Day is when a whole bunch of activists get together to deliver leaflets to a given area. After about an hour or so of having my knuckles scraped by ridiculously snappy letterboxes, and falling over on uneven paths, and generally feeling pretty battered and bruised and grumpy, I got to a house where a skinhead with no shirt on and a BNP tattoo set his dog on me.

I haven't been bitten because I vaulted his garden gate. I'm glad I am pretty physically strong and have good reaction times. It might possibly have helped if my hands weren't already bleeding from booby-trapped letterboxes, but it might not. I've come home now so that I can have a panic attack in peace.

I do not ever want to deliver leaflets ever again. Ever.

I suspect that this is a big part of the reason political parties are haemorrhaging membership. The expectation that people risk their own personal safety for nothing on a regular basis is not a rewarding experience for the activist. Now, if you don't mind, I'm off to have a bath. Shaking, sweating, and vomiting is not good preparation for an eight hour shift at work.

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't like dogs in the first place, but a few years of leafleting has convinced me that dog ownership should debar one from inclusion on the electoral roll.

[miss_s_b]

I own two dogs. They don't attack anyone.

[etoile]

There is a small chance that they could lick someone to death though.

I hope you're okay sweetie and that you haven't further injured yourself at headdesking at the above idiocy *cuddles*

[miss_s_b]

I'll be fine. I have planting of stuff to do.