A few weeks ago, I heard an almighty struggle with our letterbox, followed by this invitation cascading to the floor:
I was slightly baffled that whoever had created the invitation had gone to the trouble of inserting my name and adding Ed’s signature in such a realistic manner at the bottom, yet whoever delivered it had apparently seen fit to stamp on it, let the lettering get smudged and wrestle it through the letterbox in one go instead of folding it neatly in half.
But I am a woman of substance over style, so I ignored its dubious appearance and followed up on the content, securing my place at the event. How could I resist a chance to see the leader of the Opposition in person? I had to find out whether there was any truth to the “weird” label that the media have attributed to him.
The location was…
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