This candidate is lush, but honestly not *a* lush!

Today was nice.

Lots of other days in the last two weeks have been not so nice - like finding out that one of the people I thought might support me on my ward has decided to stand herself, making it a tougher fight; or like having one of my nominators write their name in lower-case letters when the form asks for block capitals so I had to go out and get all ten signatures again at the eleventh hour. I'm not going to dwell on those days though, because now my name is going to be on the ballot paper and I can breathe a little easier for getting this far.

A group of five Carmarthen West and South Pembs Lib Dems descended on the Pembrokeshire County Council offices today, to drop our forms off and have them checked. It was good to spend time with some of them under less pressure than normal, we stopped in town for lunch and made each other laugh. Well, I rather suspect they did more laughing at me than laughing with me, but that's ok when it is justified.

Why would anyone want to laugh at me, eh? Maybe because I walked by the Palace Cinema at an inopportune moment and ended up wearing bird poo on my nice suit trousers (must have been one of those seagulls trained by the opposition!). Maybe it was because my usual tactic for dealing with stress was in full force and I was camp and hammy and wouldn't stop making silly comments. But more likely, it was because while we were on tenterhooks in a rather crowded waiting room at County Hall, I used a 'de-stressing' aromatherapy roll-on thing, and moments later a stranger behind me asked which one of us had been at the gin. Yes, in a futile attempt to calm myself down I had made myself smell like a drunk. Classic!