My foray back into grassroots political activism was not easy. I won’t lie to you. I came home with a bit of a long face after handing out flyers on Saturday. I wallowed in self pity and, if I were to be honest, in self righteousness.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from living in England it’s that ONE MUSTN’T GRMBLE! One must just get on with it. (I’m so bad at this I can’t believe I’ve survived this long in the U.K.)
I am so grateful for the sun and the spring flowers and the longer days.