With one day to go, an early morning blog post, as I contemplate the day ahead. 

Why I'm Standing as a Local Independent Councillor Candidate? (Spoiler: It's Not for the Glamour)

Let's be real—nobody stands as a local independent councillor candidate for the limelight. There's no red carpet, no VIP lounge, and definitely no Netflix documentary deal (yet). So why do it?

Because local politics actually matters. More than most people realise.

When your child can't get a school place nearby, when the roads are more pothole than tarmac, or when an elderly neighbour can't get the care they need to stay in their own home—those aren't Westminster problems. Those are Kent County Council problems. 

But here's the catch: too often, decisions are made by people who are either toeing the party line or just don't have a clue what it's actually like to live in your your neighbourhood. That's where independent candidates come in.

We're not whipped by party politics. We're not answering to anyone except the people who actually live here. That means we can focus on what matters to you, not what plays well at party HQ. Want a councillor who thinks "constituent services" means actually replying to your messages and turning up to things? That's us. Want someone who's not juggling five other political ambitions or following orders from some central committee? Also us.

Being an independent means being accountable to neighbours, not lobbyists. It means standing up at meetings and saying, "Actually, that's nonsense," when something's clearly not in the community's interest. And sometimes, yes, it means fighting tooth and nail for the little things—like pushing for bus routes that don't leave people stranded, or just trying to get someone to fix a damn streetlight that's been out for six months.

It's not glamorous. But it is vital. And it starts with stepping up.

And here's the part where you come in: VOTE.

Local elections aren't just a warm-up for the big political leagues. They decide who gets to sit around the table when Kent decides on:

• Whether the bus that gets you to work or into town is axed in the next round of cuts

• If your child's school ends up cramming more kids into already packed classrooms

• If that broken footpath outside your house gets fixed, or just gets added to the never-ending "review list"

• Whether young people have access to proper mental health support, or are left sitting on waiting lists for months

• Whether kids with special educational needs get the support they need—or their families get buried in red tape

• Whether libraries stay open as vital community spaces—or vanish in yet another round of "cost-saving measures"

• If road repairs happen before someone's suspension breaks, not after

Yet turnout in local elections is often shockingly low—sometimes under 30%. Which means decisions about your life are being made by people you didn't choose, and maybe wouldn't have.

If you want things to change—really change—then it's not just about moaning. It's about putting a cross in a box.

That's why I'm standing. Not because it's easy—but because it matters. And if you care too, then show it. 

Vote.

 

Day 26
Expensive Hats, Kind Voters, and the Home Stretch

Shady Starts and Tactical Tea
Up and functioning after two cups of tea—because one simply doesn't cut it anymore. Tansy and I headed out to deliver along a blissfully shady street, which my lightly roasted scalp appreciated. A woman came out of her house, waving my leaflet in the air "You can give this to someone else," she said cheerfully. "I already know who I'm voting for." (I am none the wiser).

Lunchtime Logistics and Tightwad Fashion
Back home to give Tansy her lunch and a well-earned lie down, then straight back out for a three-hour delivery stint that had my legs muttering dark threats.
I almost forgot—emergency dash into town this morning for a sun hat with a proper brim. Found one that didn't make me look too much like a stranded cricketer. Price tag: £25. Cue actual physical pain. I'm a known tight arse when it comes to clothing, so parting with that much cash for a hat hurt me. 

Human Kindness, Leaflet Kindness
Afternoon highlight: a phone call from a lovely woman who'd received my leaflet and wanted me to know she was voting for me. Even better, she'd organised for her grandson to take her to the polling station. That's the kind of quiet determination that puts wind in your sails.
Also received an email from another voter who had five thoughtful, well-informed questions. I replied promptly, of course. I wish her luck contacting the Reform candidate—if anyone figures out how to reach him, do let me know. I'm considering smoke signals or carrier pigeon.

Leaflet Folding Machine (AKA Wife)
Special mention goes to my wife, who after a full day of work in London, came home and—within half an hour—was speed-folding hundreds of leaflets with robotic efficiency. I am not worthy. I fold like someone wearing mittens.

Today's Step Count: 22,938 (18.6km)
Feet: Hateful, plotting revolution.
Morale: Focused. Tired. A little emotional, truth be told. Nearly there.

 

Day 25
Daisies, Deadlines, and a Slightly Crispier Bald Head

Early Doors
Up at a respectable time—though, as my wife pointedly mentioned, not 5:57am respectable. (She wins.) First walk of the day with Tansy through the cemetery, where the campaign gods smiled: a lady walking past said she's voting for me. Ding! Another one on the board. Tansy, unimpressed, tried to eat a stick the size of a small canoe.

Letters and Lush Lawns
Spent a good half-hour on the letters with Tansy. It was getting warm, so I made the executive decision to pause for a water break and head back to the dappled coolness of Albany Park.
While standing there among the daisies, I remembered a small but satisfying battle from five years ago: the council were spraying weed killer (not the glyphosate type, but still nasty) right across the football pitches. Footballers don't mind a few daisies, surely? I pointed out the ridiculousness of it—especially when farm fields treated with the same stuff are out of bounds to livestock for two weeks. Humans and dogs? Meh, apparently we're fine?
Anyway, persistence paid off: the next year, no spraying. So today's sea of daisies feels a bit like a medal. Small wins matter.

Afternoon Heat
Tansy stayed home while I hit the streets for a solid 3-hour leafleting session. Loads of incidental chats, a few promises of votes, and some very British conversations about the weather ("bit warm, isn't it?" "could do with a drop of rain for the garden" etc). My shiny bald head has edged from "moonbeam" into "slightly singed toast."

Parasol Curse Incoming
Three days to go, and the forecast looks blissful—which is usually when disaster strikes. My wife has ordered a new parasol for the garden. This almost guarantees either a week of monsoon rain or a freak Arctic blast. Prepare accordingly.

Today's Step Count: 25,732 (19.6km)
Feet: Complaining bitterly but still functional.
Morale: Somewhere between "mildly sunstruck" and "quietly defiant."

 

Day 24
Roasts, Rants, and Random Acts of Dog Affection

Morning Prep
Up early to tackle the sacred task of prepping the last roast before the salad season takes over. (October feels very far away.) Veg chopped, beef prepped and in the fridge for later, and a brief moment of smug domestic satisfaction before lacing up the walking boots and heading out.

Park Life
Barely 30 seconds into Albany Park and Tansy's fan club descended—two ladies, two dogs, and a torrent of compliments. Apparently, I'm "the only candidate making sense." High praise before 10am. We got deep into chat about glyphosate and devolution.

On the March
Bell Road brought another impromptu conversation—this time about housing and the relentless march of bulldozers across our farmland. Further along Brenchley Road, another dog walker wished me luck for Thursday and promised their vote. These little encounters keep me going, honestly.

Home Turf
Back home to find my wife had dusted off her gardening gloves and left a trail of destruction around the garden. Gave Tansy her lunch (priorities) then back out for a 2.5-hour stint. Weather was glorious. 

Recognition Rising
More thumbs up than I could count today—turns out being "the ex-copper with the grumpy dog" is a solid brand. Tansy has probably spoken to more voters than I have at this point. She's expecting a cabinet position if we win.

Rumours and Rants
Heard that Nigel Farage popped into the Red Lion last night. Shame no one tipped me off—I had a few questions ready for his local candidate. Mind you, it's hard to ask questions when the only thing their leaflet offers is a photo and zero contact details. Visibility, availability, and being accountable: not radical concepts, but apparently rarer than they should be.

Roast Victorious
Back home for the victory feast—roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, and some freshly harvested homegrown kale. (First time growing it; didn't taste like supermarket sadness, so calling that a win.) Plates in the dishwasher, boots back on.

Evening Grind
Hit the streets again with Tansy. Four days to go. Finish line in sight. Every doorstep conversation now feels like it could tip the balance.

Wish me luck. We're so close I can smell it... though that might just be the last lingering whiff of roast beef.

Today's Step Count: 24121 (21.9km)

 

Day 23
Sun, Dogs, and the Ongoing Battle with Letterboxes

Morning March
Out early with Tansy—leaflets crammed in one pocket, lukewarm coffee sloshing in the other. Made it halfway down the first street before Tansy spotted a cat and attempted to launch herself into orbit, nearly taking my arm with her. No major incidents apart from one particularly aggressive letterbox that clearly mistook my fingers for breakfast.

Conversations on the Move
First good chat of the day with a lady who immediately clocked Tansy as an Airedale. Turns out I know her daughter-in-law, who lives on Sheppey and also owns an Airedale. Small world. Or maybe just a small island full of dogs with terrible manners.
Later on, bumped into a chap walking his dog through the cemetery. He said he was fed up with the big parties and liked the fact I was actually "out here doing it." We also had a frank discussion about his dog's testicles—still present and correct, much to Tansy's delight, she was flirting!

Afternoon Push
Back out after lunch for another 3 hour slog.
Got a cheery hello from a man who not only recognised us from the leaflets but also proudly announced his dog's continued possession of all vital appendages. (Different chap from the cemetery. Clearly a theme emerging.) Tansy's reputation now firmly established as the town flirt, specialising in unneutered males. No shame. No regrets. No interest in helping me deliver leaflets.

Back to Base
Finally back home. Wife—after being sweet-talked into doing a 500-letter mail merge last night—had now finished stuffing the entire lot into envelopes. She was last seen muttering darkly about "building her own gallows". I offered to pour her a drink. She suggested I jump in a lake. A fair and proportionate response.

Today's Step Count: 26,344 (21.1km)
Feet: blistered. Morale: somewhere between "roaring success" and "questionable life choices."

 

Day 21
Dead Flies, Leaflets & a Bit of Persuasion

Out bright and early with Tansy this morning for the usual circuit—leaflets in hand, good shoes on, and a flask of coffee in my pocket to sip.  Tansy trotted along like she had places to be, which, in fairness, she did. We got a fair stretch done in the hour, with a couple of friendly nods from passing dog walkers.

My Eight-Legged Lodger
Quick detour here to talk about my house spider. He's made a solid home in the downstairs cloakroom and I've grown oddly fond of him. Big lad. Been there a few weeks now and I've taken to feeding him whenever I find a dead fly (don't judge). This morning, I actually brought one home in a bit of tissue from my walk. Wife raised an eyebrow but said nothing—which means she's accepted it now. The spider, for his part, snatched the fly and zipped off with it like it was prime rib. Amazing little thing.

Afternoon on the Move
Back out after lunch for a solid 3.5 hours while Tansy got some time with Rebecca the dog walker. I covered Tunstall and surrounding roads and had a cracking chat with a lady who'd clearly done her homework. She knew who was standing where and picked up immediately that the Reform candidate had also stood in Thanet during the general. "I like to know who's actually local," she said. "You've got my vote." That sort of thing keeps me going.

A Little Convincing
Later, just off Highsted Road, I ran into two retired gents. One said he was fed up with politics and probably wouldn't bother voting. His friend looked at my letter and said, "Oh—you're the retired police officer!" and started putting in a word for me right then and there. Ten minutes and a bit of back-and-forth later, the first man said, "Alright, maybe I will vote for you." Honestly, that kind of grassroots moment beats any flashy campaign video.

Final Lap & Favour Requests
About to head out for the final dog walk now—Tansy's been giving me the side-eye that says, 'You're late.' Before I go, I've very politely asked my wife if she can work her mail merge magic one last time. She rolled her eyes, muttered something about having worked all day and just wanting to start her new book (or, more likely, rewatch Peep Show for the fifteenth time). I promised I'd be especially nice and offered to make her a cup of tea. We'll see how that pans out.

Today was steady, full of chats and slow wins—the kind of campaigning that sticks.

Today's Step Count: 22,063 (17.1km)
Still haven't found a better fitness regime than "talking to people and walking the dog."

 

Day 20 Mercy Dashes, Bluebells & Local Eggs

Woke up at 8:15 this morning, just in time for two strong cuppas before the day properly kicked off. That brief moment of peace was swiftly interrupted by a 9:30 mercy dash to Boots—my wife had woken up with a migraine and we were out of her usual tablets. Crisis averted thanks to a swift bit of pharmacy heroism. Back home, wife resting and dosed up, and Tansy and I hit the streets for an hour's leafleting.

Tansy's Morning Patrol
Tansy was in fine form—tail wagging, nose twitching, and only mildly offended by a particularly bold cat we passed. The sun was trying its best and the pavements were dry again, so we made decent progress. Always feels better when it's not a battle with the weather.

Thursday = Goat Milk Run
Thursday afternoons are my regular trip to collect goats' milk, followed by a stop at the egg farm. Simple pleasures. The chickens were out enjoying the sunshine, scratching about in the field and foraging like it's the good life—which, for them, it rather is. Took a lovely photo of them doing their thing. This sort of farming is exactly what I like to support—local, small-scale, proper. I buy direct from three local farmers and I'm proud of that.

Bluebell Season
The lanes to the farm were absolutely lush today. Green everywhere and bluebells popping out along the verges like nature's confetti. It really was one of those "take a breath and enjoy it" sort of drives.

Afternoon Delivery & Community Moments
Unpacked the day's haul, then back out for another two hours of letter delivery. Was stopped by a woman who said, "I see you out and about often—that matters to me. You're clearly part of our community." Honestly, that meant a lot. Moments like that make all the difference. Then another gentleman approached and asked, "Are you the ex-copper?" We had a good chat about anti-social behaviour and what's been happening locally. Firm handshake, decent exchange. Felt like proper engagement.

All told, today was a good one. A little bit of everything—helping at home, connecting with people, supporting local, and a happy dog beside me through it all.

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Today's Step Count:  25,467 (20.4km)
Not bad for a day that started with a Boots run and ended with bluebells.

 

Day 19 Rain, Reluctant Dogs & Soggy Paper
Oh, what a glamorous life this is. Tansy and I braved a classic British rain this morning—the sort that seems harmless until you realise your coat is clinging to your arms and your socks are a bit too spongy. It was the kind of rain that makes daffodils droop and dogs doubt your judgment.

Tansy, bless her, looked utterly betrayed the whole time. Full side-eye mode. Her expression clearly said: "You dragged me out in this?" Fair play, girl. We lasted about an hour before giving up and heading home with damp leaflets, a damp dog, and dampened spirits. 

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Postal Vote: Personally Posted
Popped by Swale Borough Council to hand-deliver my postal vote—like a responsible adult who remembers to do the Important Things. I've always had a postal vote since my police days (think long shifts, chaos, and caffeine), and honestly, it's reassuring knowing my vote is in. Dry, safe, and not smudged like the rest of my soggy morning efforts.

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Afternoon Drier, Boards Higher
Miracle of miracles: the rain stopped this afternoon. We managed to get two new boards up and squeezed in another hour of letter deliveries without resembling drowned rats. Small wins.

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Tooth Troubles & Isle Excursions
Took a trip to the Island for a dentist appointment—a rogue tooth is trying to stage a coup. We're currently in tense negotiations about whether it gets to stay. No screaming, minimal swearing. I call that personal development.

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Today's Step Count: 15,533 (12.4km)
Bit down from yesterday, but not bad considering the biblical weather and dental drama.

 

Day 18: Folding Follies, Political Whoopsies & Canine Canvassing

Post-Easter, Pre-Mayhem
We're back. Four days off in theory, though as any candidate will tell you, "off" simply means "not knocking." Instead, I spent what felt like a lifetime folding letters and leaflets into various origami-inspired shapes. My wrists now click every time I open a cupboard. Who knew democracy involved so much manual dexterity?

Praise, Pets & a Planning Chat
Tansy and I hit the pavements again this morning for a pre-delivery stroll and bumped into a resident with thoughts on HMOs and planning decisions. One passionate chat later and, bless her, Tansy joined me for an hour of letter deliveries. She did her best to look like a professional campaign dog, though mostly just sniffed every daffodil.

Website Love & Email Confusion
Mid-morning inbox check revealed a gem: someone actually read the website and said they liked it—and the dog. Honestly, if this campaign teaches me anything, it's that Tansy is the real brand. I'm just the admin.

Then things took a bizarre turn. A letter arrives addressed to me... from the Shadow Justice Secretary. Congratulating me on becoming the Conservative Candidate for Kent. I stared. I blinked. I spluttered tea.
For clarity: I am not, have never been, and will never be "that" Thomas Leeming. We just share parts of the same name. I'm with Swale Independents, thanks. Bit awkward when national figures are sending congrats to the wrong Tom, isn't it? Identity crisis, anyone?

Afternoon Outing & Domestic Balance
Spent a solid 2.5 hours out this afternoon, pounding pavements while Tansy had the afternoon off with not a single disgruntled letterbox in sight.

Domestic Goddess Points: Achieved
Dinner made for my wife, who was back at work today and deserved something leafy to balance out the approximately six million Easter eggs consumed yesterday. Salad was the call. She pretended to be pleased. I pretended I wasn't judging. We both lied convincingly.

Today's Step Count: 19,264 (14.5km)
A respectable return to form. Tansy's snoring, my feet are buzzing, and I'm quietly praying the next letter doesn't congratulate me on being Tom Jones or Tom Hardy. Though honestly, I'd take either at this point - at least they don't have to fold leaflets! 
Onward to Day 19!

 

Day 13: Posters, Poultry & the Perils of Fake Tan

Caffeine & Campaigning (Light Edition)
Two mugs of tea to start the day, obviously. Rocket fuel for the politically weary. With postal voters now fully equipped with their letters and every Sittingbourne South doorstep officially leafleted, I allowed myself a slightly slower start to the day.

Team Triumph & Vicious Letterboxes
Shout out to Mickey, Yanni and Ian—together we've faced 8,500 letterboxes, including the occasional one with teeth. A couple definitely growled. But we've done it. The last leaflet dropped, the last gate latch wrestled with! 

The Great Easter "Break"
Taking the Easter weekend "off," though campaigners know that really just means fewer steps, not zero work. Sunday's the big one—the Easter roast, and in this house that means turkey. Not a lamb in sight. (Cue mild controversy from traditionalists. We stand by our choices.)

Garage Chats & Dog Fame
This morning, Tansy and I took our time—1 hour and 45 minutes of pottering around town. Bumped into a local garage owner and had a proper good natter. Turned out he used to have an Airedale too, so he and Tansy bonded immediately. Me? Just the human accessory again. I might as well carry a sign: "Yes, I'm with her."

Boards Up & Windows Wanted
This afternoon saw the grand erection (stop it) of three "Vote Tom Lee" boards—one each in Homewood, Woodstock and Roman wards. Tomorrow, I'll pop a leaflet and poster box outside our house. If you're local and fancy showing your support, feel free to swing by and grab one to stick in your window. Every poster helps—and Tansy promises not to judge your curtains.

Tan Lines & Television Themes
Meanwhile, in what can only be described as seasonal optimism, my wife has declared it officially warm enough to bare her legs. Out came the fake tan. And I've been humming the Oompa Loompa song under my breath ever since. I may not survive the night.

Today's Step Count: 12,004 (10.1km)
A slacker's total by recent standards, but I'm counting it as active rest. Back at it soon. But for now: one cup of tea, one smug dog, and one very orange pair of legs watching Peep Show on the sofa.

On to Day 14. 

 

Day 12: Tea, Tansy & Talking Transport

Double Mugs & Local Recognition
Started the morning with my two large mugs of tea—simultaneously. I still haven't found a vessel large enough to combine the two, so for now, it's a cup in each hand. Multitasking at its finest.

Out with Tansy for the morning loop when someone shouted across the road, "Hello! Are you Tom Lee?" Turns out they recognised her from the leaflet. She gave a nonchalant tail wag as if to say, "Yes, it is I. Canine celebrity and all." Honestly, she's becoming the real face of the campaign.

The Final Push (for Post)
Managed to get the last of the postal letters delivered today. Unlike Reform and the two glossy letters from Nigel Farage we've received (yes, two), running as an independent doesn't come with bulk mail privileges. It's just me—and a couple of brilliant volunteers—hoofing it street by street, hand-delivering and saying hello as we go. Slower, but you can't beat the conversations.

Appleyard Conversations & Community Concerns
Popped over to The Appleyard this evening for my 'Meet Me' session. Eleven people came along, and I'm genuinely grateful to each and every one. These chats matter. Topics ranged from road issues to the sheer pressure new housing developments are putting on local infrastructure. And of course, the decline in bus services came up too—a big concern for many, especially those without a car.

Home Life & Disapproving Looks
Back by 8pm to find Tansy looking betrayed—mum had taken her for the evening walk, and she was not having it. Cue the guilt trip. I gave in (as one does) and took her for a quick lap of the block. Peace restored.

Meanwhile, my wife is deep into a Peep Show marathon. "It's layered," she insists, defending her umpteenth rewatch. I said nothing. I'm not convinced, but I respect the commitment.

Today's Step Count: 14,443 (11.4km)
Letters posted, hands shaken, and another solid day of old-school local democracy. On to Day 13.

 

Day 11: Rain, Roads & Boomer Balls

A Damp Start & a Reinstated Colleague
Up at 8:15am—greeted by that unmistakable post-rain freshness. The rain overnight had clearly been on a mission. As I stirred my first two teas of the day, Tansy remained firmly buried in an armchair, casting me the kind of look that says, "Nope. Not happening." She does not do wet.

Luckily, the skies cleared just in time for our morning loop. Silver linings: yesterday's glyphosate will have been rinsed off by the downpour. With that reassurance, Tansy was reinstated as post assistant, tail up and back on the beat.

Roads Less Travelled (But They Shouldn't Be)
Not far into our route, a lady flagged us down from her car—not to complain, but to point out a patch of particularly poor road surface in Homewood. Took a detour to check it out, snapped a few photos, and it's now officially logged and reported. Always grateful when people take the time to share this stuff—it's how things get fixed.

Letters, Lunch & a Little Mental Gymnastics
We hit the pavement for a good couple of hours, ticking off roads and letterboxes. Then back home for Tansy's lunch—raw venison and lamb rib today, finished off with blueberries and some dehydrated meats in her boomer balls. Keeps her mind busy, which is always a plus.

Solo Missions & Meet-Me Mentions
I headed back out solo this afternoon to keep the deliveries rolling. A few friendly chats along the way, and a couple of people mentioned they'll be popping by my 'Meet Me' session at The Appleyard (by Sainsbury's) tomorrow (5–7:30pm). Lovely to know people are engaging—please do swing by if you're around!

A Surreal First
Our own postal votes arrived today. Odd feeling, putting an 'X' next to your own name. Hopefully my wife will vote for me too... though I suspect she's holding out for Easter eggs...

Today's Step Count: 26,633 (21.2km)
Pavements walked, road defects logged, and Tansy back on duty—full day and feeling good.

On to Day 12!

 

Day 10: Letters, Glyphosate & a Four-Legged Resignation

Tea, Admin & a Toxic Twist
Up at 8:30am—consistency is the name of the game. Two cups of tea and a quiet half hour of admin to ease into the week. It's letter delivery from here on out, which means long walks, mapped routes, and plenty of time to reflect between doorsteps.

KCC have started glyphosate spraying, but this time there's no tractor in sight. Instead, three people were out with backpack sprayers. I'm not sure what's prompted the change but I'll be following up.

The sight of that chemical trail on the pavements made the decision for me—Tansy's officially off delivery duty this week. Not worth the risk. 

Letters & the Long Haul
The rest of the morning was spent pacing through the neighbourhood with a rucksack full of letters and a list of roads to tick off. There's something strangely satisfying about it. 

Today's Step Count: 31,519 (25.5km)
Letters posted, glyphosate questions raised, and Tansy temporarily demoted—but morale still high.

On to Day 11!

 

Day 9: Bee Havens, Boot Fair Gold & Sunday Roasts

Tea, Tansy & a Bee Surprise
Up at 8:30am again, right on schedule—kettle on, two cups of tea downed, and a few quiet moments to gather my thoughts before the day kicked off properly. Tansy was up and ready, so we headed out for a solid 1.5 hours of leafleting in the morning sun.

Halfway through our route, I stumbled across a little gem tucked away on Kestrel Drive: a bee sanctuary, buzzing with life and full of wildflowers. A gentle reminder that even in the most unassuming corners of the neighbourhood, someone's putting in the effort to make a difference—for the bees, and for us. It made me smile.

Boot Fair Nostalgia & Roast Prep
Back home in time to feed Tansy her lunch (she's never more than a minute off schedule) and start prepping the roast for later. Meanwhile, my wife returned from a boot fair with what she described as a "genuine treasure": a 1978 Showaddywaddy LP. Apparently, she got the same one for Christmas when she was 10. I admire the nostalgia—though I'm quietly hoping it doesn't make it onto the turntable while I'm in the house...

Flying Friends & Farming Chat
After a quick coffee and a bit of dinner prep, I headed back out for another 2.5 hours of leafleting.

A real highlight was bumping into an old flying friend I hadn't seen for a few years. We stood chatting for a while, reminiscing. I held a private pilot's licence and loved nothing more than heading up into the clouds—a chapter, I look back on fondly.

Had a few more doorstep conversations today too—one in particular stood out: a thoughtful discussion with a local woman about glyphosate, redevelopment proposals, and the slow, worrying erosion of our farming land. These chats remind me why I'm doing all this— it's about voices, stories, and shared concerns.

Roast Dinners & Retro Records
Home just in time to finish off the roast beef and Yorkshire puddings. The house filled with that unmistakable Sunday smell—roast potatoes crisping up, veg steaming, and the faint, slightly terrifying sound of a stylus being lowered onto a 1970s record...

Today's Step Count: 23,005 (18.7km)
Sunshine, conversations, a surprise bee haven—and just enough retro rock'n'roll to keep things interesting.

On to Day 10!

 

Day 8: Sunshine, Small Wins & a Saturday Night Takeaway

Morning Tea & Tree Triumphs
Up again at 8:30 am—and what a gorgeous start to the day. Usual two cups of tea and a moment or two of quiet scrolling before the real work began. My wife headed off to her Saturday morning yoga around 9:30, leaving me and Tansy to our usual morning walk.

We followed that up with a solid hour of leafleting. Just as I was getting into the rhythm of it, I bumped into a local who asked if I was "the man who complained to SBC about the overhanging trees and bushes in the alley by the cemetery?" I admitted I was—and he beamed: "You did something about it!" I did, as the alley was cleared shortly after I flagged it. 

Dog Duties & Saturday Shuffle
Back home for Tansy's lunch (her internal clock is impressively precise) and just in time to swap dog parenting duties—my wife back from yoga, ready to take over the afternoon dog walk.

With the dog fed and the leaflets packed, I loaded up the car for another delivery run—this time a longer one, clocking in at 3.5 hours. But honestly? Couldn't have asked for a better day to be out and about. Blue skies, friendly faces, and a surprising number of people stopping for a quick chat. Always a bonus.

A Rare Takeaway & a Bit of Espionage
By the time I got back, the idea of cooking dinner had lost its usual charm—so we caved in and ordered a takeaway. A rare event in our house, but very welcome when time's in short supply.

Rounded off the evening with a bit of telly—Slow Horses, which has quickly become a favourite. If you haven't watched it yet and you like your spy dramas gritty with a bit of humour, it's well worth a go.

Today's Step Count: 23,833  (19.8km)
A day of small wins, sunshine, and satisfying conversations. There's something lovely about being out in the community on a warm spring day—especially when the trees aren't trying to poke your eyes out anymore.

On to Day 9!

 

Day 6: Blossom Hunts, Lost Addresses & Lovely People

Morning Routine & the Elusive Addresses of Eden Village
Up at 8:30 am again. Usual two cups of tea to start the day, then emails while Tansy did her morning garden patrol routine.

Took her for a gentle meander through Albany Park—lots of good sniffs and a couple of enthusiastic squirrels.

From there, we headed to Eden Village for a "quick" round of letter deliveries. Seventy-five minutes later... we'd managed just 15. I now have a deep respect for posties and delivery drivers navigating that maze daily. No wonder so many folks have added their road names under their numbers—essential signage if you ask me. There were some absolutely stunning blossom trees in full show-off mode. Couldn't resist snapping a few photos—Mother Nature really does know how to put on a display.

Postal Votes & Blossoming Connections
Gave a quick call to someone I'd spoken to earlier this week—it was a Swale Borough Council issue, but I'd followed up with them to get some answers, so gave him a ring to pass on the info. Felt good to help, even in a small way.

Also discovered one of our postal voters is residing in France. Much as I'd love a quick jaunt across the Channel, time wasn't on my side today—so I splashed out on a couple of stamps. Let's hope it's worth it!

Domestic Duties & the Art of the Grocery Delivery
Back home in time for Tansy's lunch and our weekly food delivery. As the official packer of the household (self-appointed, but widely acknowledged), it's my job to get everything into the fridge, freezer and cupboards with maximum efficiency. My wife would freely admit I do it better—and she's quite happy for it to stay that way.

Afternoon Delivery Dash – With Bonus Sunshine
Headed back out for a solo three-hour delivery run in the afternoon. Weather was glorious, so the shorts made their first appearance of the season.

Had a bit of a challenge trying to get access to Beatrice Lodge Spoke to a lovely lady resident there who had her patio doors open. Explained what I was up to, and she offered to deliver all 50+ letters inside herself. Absolute star.

Today's Step Count: 24,608 (20.1 km!)
A full-on day, but full of small wins, thoughtful chats, and beautiful weather.

If you're out and about this week, keep an eye out for the blossoms—and for me, probably squinting at a house number or two. And if you're that kind lady at Beatrice Lodge—thank you again, you really made my day.

See you on Day 7!

 

Day 5: Goats, Eggs & Good Conversations

Morning Routine & Goat Day Begins
Up at 8:30 am again today—consistency is key! Took my wife a cup of tea in bed since she's still full of cold and sounding very sniffly. My own day kicked off with the usual two cups of tea with goat's milk, of course. It is goat day, after all!

Eden Village Leafleting 
After tea and admin, it was time to head out with Tansy for an hour of leafleting around Eden Village. She enjoys being part of the campaign trail—even if she's mostly just sniffing things and trying to spot cats.

Farm Runs – Goats First, Then Eggs
Back home to feed Tansy, then straight into the weekly farm circuit. First stop: the goat farm. Picked up our milk and had a catch-up with the kids— the baby goats kind. Took the mums the usual carrots and bananas. Next stop: the egg farm. It's always a good feeling supporting these small local farms and knowing exactly where our food is coming from.

Afternoon Drop & Lovely Conversations
After the farm run, it was back out again for two more hours of leaflet deliveries. Had three phone calls in response to the recent drops—really heartening to know people are reading them and reaching out. Popped by Spicers retirement homes on Bell Road with some leaflets, and what a charming little place that is. 

Evening Push & Raw Milk Restock
Got back home just as our weekly raw cow milk delivery arrived—sorted and stashed that away, then had a quick bite to eat before heading back out for one last push. Another hour in Eden Village as the sun dipped down.

Today's Step Count: 22,754 (16.7 km!)
Tired legs, but a full heart. It's days like this that remind me why I'm doing this—it's about people, place, and that sense of shared community.

As always, if you see me (or the ever-loyal Tansy) out and about, give us a wave or stop for a chat—unless you're a cat person (just kidding... mostly).

See you on Day 6!

 

Day 4: Keeping the Momentum Going!

Morning Start & Tea Time
Up at 8:15am today, though my wife was up and out much earlier for the 5:10 am train—early start for her, but not so much for me! The usual routine kicked off with two cups of tea to set me up, and then it was straight into the caffeine for the rest of the day. Coffee is my fuel, no doubt about it!

Leaflet Deliveries & Chatting with Locals
After Tansy's walk (yes, she got her morning toilet run around the park), I grabbed the leaflets and headed out for 1.5 hours of deliveries. Thankfully, no breakages today—phew! Had a few nice chats with people who told me they'd be voting for me, which always boosts the spirits. I'm really feeling the community support on this one.

Back Home for Lunch & More Deliveries
Once we were back home, it was Tansy's lunch break—she probably eats better than we do most days, if I'm honest. After that, it was time for me to head out solo for another 2.5 hours of leafleting. The good news? I got a text from the guy whose light I knocked off yesterday—he'd fixed it! Crisis averted.

Tansy's Grooming Session
The evening brought a bit of excitement for Tansy—grooming time! She's had some unfortunate experiences with local groomers (let's just say she's not the easiest customer), but she's settled in nicely with Holly at Charm Lodge Dog Grooming. Of course, I had to stay and keep her in check because she's a bit of a wild one when it comes to grooming. But, all in all, she's doing well, and it's a huge relief to find a good groomer who can handle her antics.

Evening Walk & The Wife's Cold?
Back home for a quick turnaround, and then out for Tansy's evening walk. My wife's been sniffing and blowing her nose a lot, muttering about whether it's hay fever (which she hasn't had in years) or a cold. Made her a tea and switched the heating up a notch!

That's Day 4 wrapped up! Another productive day on the campaign trail, and things are definitely moving in the right direction. Fingers crossed for even more momentum tomorrow.

As always, if you see me or Tansy out and about, don't hesitate to say hi! And remember, we're always up for a chat—just keep it cat-free!

See you on Day 5!

 

Day 3: Campaign Trail - One Step Closer!

Morning Start & Tea Time
Up just before 8 am today, and it was the usual routine—two cups of tea and a quick check of emails to start the day. I've got to say, that first cup of tea is essential for getting the brain in gear!

The First Walk & Local Visit
After Tansy's morning toilet walk around the park, I received a call from a local resident who wanted to discuss some concerns. Always happy to help, I popped round to meet him while Tansy waited patiently in the car. He had some valid points regarding the state of his road, so I snapped a few photos and reported the issue to KCC. If I get elected, these are the types of issues I'll be able to push harder for – a little more influence on the local level! I also helped him with a Swale Borough Council matter while I was there.

Campaign Mode: Leaflet Deliveries
After that, it was time for some leafleting. Tansy and I hit the streets again for an hour of delivery. Now, the usual chaos followed—this time involving a minor mishap. As I was standing up from posting a leaflet, I caught a light fixture with my head (the light, not my head, thankfully) and knocked it off the wall! Oops! I quickly popped a note through the door to apologise and asked them to reach out if they needed anything. Fingers crossed they're understanding!

Afternoon Deliveries & Dog Walker Encounter
Back home, it was time for Tansy's lunch. Then, I was off again between 2 and 4 pm to distribute more leaflets while she chilled at home, waiting for her dog walker. Funny moment—on my rounds, I ran into the house owner whose light I had knocked down earlier! They were very understanding and appreciated the note I left. Crisis averted!

Wrapping Up & Feeling Progress
By the time I got home, it was all about sorting letters and planning the next batch of deliveries. Over 7,000 leaflets handed out so far—feeling good about the progress. There's still a lot to do, but it's all coming together!

So, that's Day 3 in the books! Another successful day, and the campaign is definitely gaining momentum. Thanks for reading along—Tansy and I will be back at it tomorrow!

P.S. If you spot me or Tansy on our rounds, feel free to say hi! And remember—if you're in a cat-free zone, we're always happy to chat!

 

Day 2: The Campaign Trail Continues!

Morning Rude Awakening
So, at 8:30 am, I was rudely kicked out of the bedroom. Apparently, my wife had a big workday ahead and needed her desk to get some serious work done from home. Normally, I'm up around 8:15, but hey, I guess today's an exception. I wasn't too upset about it – I had my two large cups of tea to get the day going!

The First Walk
By 10 am, it was time to take Tansy out for her first walk of the day – just a quick 45-minute toilet walk around Albany Park. A good way to stretch the legs and get Tansy moving before we hit the real campaign trail.

Campaign Mode: Activated
Back home, Tansy got into her official campaign gear – her snazzy new rosette that she proudly wore for her duties. Once she was ready, we hit the streets for a leaflet drop. Now, anyone who's seen Tansy on her walks knows she's got a bit of a... well, "character." For instance, she hates cats – really, it's a full-on rivalry. As we walked past one house, a cat decided to make a surprise appearance from a box outside. Quick reflexes were required – I spun around fast to avoid the potential disaster. Thanks to my quick reaction, I managed to avoid catastrophe. Tansy only caught a quick glimpse of the cat, but danger was averted – phew! 

Quick Break
We got back home around noon, and I quickly did a vacuum round to tidy up. While I was at it, I noticed the Five Parishes leaflet box outside our house was looking a bit empty, so I printed a few more to restock it. The folks over at Five Parishes are doing fantastic work, and they really need our support. If you're in a position to donate, it'd be much appreciated – check out their website fiveparishes.org.uk

Afternoon Deliveries
The afternoon was all about leaflets. From 2 pm to 5 pm, I was back out on the campaign trail, delivering as many leaflets as I could. Tansy got a bit of a break and another walk with Rebecca from Bee's Pet Services. A lovely, sunny day meant plenty of people were out washing their cars and gardening, so I got to say hello to a few residents while dropping off leaflets. It's always nice to chat with people and hear their thoughts.

Dinner Time (and Fuel for the Day)
When I got back home, I cooked up a quick dinner for my wife, who was still hard at work upstairs. She didn't leave the house all day, so I figured I'd at least get her a decent meal. After that, I finished up folding my last few leaflets while eating my one big meal of the day – 4 eggs + 2 sausages + cheese + butter = fuel!

Final Walk of the Day
By 7 pm, it was time for Tansy's last walk of the day. I swear, the dog could walk all day and still have energy to spare!

So, that's Day 2 in the bag. Another busy one, but it feels like we're making progress. Just 24 days to go. I'll be back with more updates tomorrow. Thanks for following along!

And, of course, if you spot Tansy on her walks (just try not to get too close if you're a cat lover), don't forget to give her a wave! She's one hardworking pooch!

 

25 Days to Election Day: The Countdown Begins!

Well, here we are – 25 days to go until Election Day, 1 May 2025! As an independent candidate for the local county elections, the nerves are starting to kick in, but there's also plenty of excitement. My wife (who, to be fair, has all the good ideas) suggested I start a countdown blog/diary to document the journey. So, here goes!

Day 1: The Countdown Starts
Woke up at 8:15 this morning and started the day with my two cups of tea – because, honestly, how else does anyone get through the day? No breakfast for me though, I only eat once a day in the evening. After a quick check of my emails, banking, and the usual news updates, I was ready to crack on.

Then, a message popped up from a concerned constituent about a development on Rock Road. It's a building issue, so it's technically SBC's problem, but I offered my support anyway. That's what it's all about – being there for the community, no matter what.

Morning Walk with Tansy
After that, it was time for Tansy, my four-legged campaign mascot, to get her morning walk. We headed off in Albany Park, then made our way along the High Street, up Highsted Road, and finished in Eden Village. A nice 1 hour 45 minutes out in the fresh air. Tansy's always got my back when it comes to getting my steps in!

Afternoon Hustle
Back home, I quickly weeded the front of my property. The council's due to spray with glyphosate soon, and I'm trying to get ahead of it. Technically, they shouldn't be spraying if there are no weeds, but I've learned that doesn't always stop them. The use of glyphosate is something I feel strongly about – especially when it has such an impact on our pets. If your dog's scratching after the council sprays, that's probably why. It's toxic and harmful to the environment, and I'd love to see a change in how we handle this.

After that, I was in the kitchen preparing tonight's dinner – roast lamb. My wife took Tansy for her second walk of the day around 2 pm, while I popped out to Sainsbury's to do a bit of shopping. I also picked up 1700 letters from my sister and brother-in-law (who were kind enough to stuff them all for me – thanks!) before joining a meeting in Rock Road to offer support to residents dealing with building issues. It's important to stay involved and help out where needed.

Campaign Dog News!
Back at campaign HQ (also known as our living room), my wife got crafty and made a Swale Independents rosette for Tansy to wear in her official capacity as "Campaign Dog." I also received a photo of Coco the dog holding one of my leaflets in her mouth, looking adorable and very much ready to join the campaign. If I could count on the full backing of the canine community, I'd have this election in the bag! (Although, let's be honest, I might need a few more votes from humans...)

Dinner Time & Another Walk
Dinner was served at 6 pm – and my wife gave me 10/10 for the roast potatoes (she claims it's hit and miss sometimes but I beg to disagree!). After that, it was time for Tansy's third walk of the day. I think she's officially the most walked dog in Sittingbourne at this point – no one can beat her!

Tansy is still not exhausted, and will now be on patrol in the garden all evening! 

25 Days to Go...
So, that's Day 1 done! Just 25 more days until Election Day. If today's anything to go by, it's going to be a busy month ahead. Stay tuned for more updates as we count down to May 1st.

Thanks for reading – and if you see Tansy on her walks, make sure to say hello, just don't try to stroke her! She's one of the hardest-working dogs in Sittingbourne, but also one of the grumpiest!