Hell I voted for her, something for which I must again apologise for to everybody else in Wrexham, but surely that merits a personal visit. It seems as if Wrexham Athletic is here in the last village in Wales tonight. At the school gates M, a fellow young mum who is a true libertarian as is her husband D, greets me with the news that flyers are out saying Atherton will be “door knocking” tonight. M says that D has a few words for our MP in this red wall seat and one suspects that Ms Atherton will not enjoy that monologue.
But will she bother heading all the way down the lane to knock on my door? I am sure that the Mrs, a card carrying member of the Labour Party – as you’d expect as the owner of the biggest house in the village, would also have a few words for Ms Atherton. I rather suspect that our turd of a snooping local Tory councillor will have warned her off and that I shall have to leave it to Dave to set the wretched woman straight.