Sunday morning.

Not a great night’s sleep but no public-facing commitments today means I’m a bit more relaxed. Likely the last such Sunday before polling day.

 In to office to meet a fellow candidate from another part of the country to discuss some campaign ideas. Good to touch base and hear what’s going on outside of Dublin.

Sit down to computer as I wait for some of the guys to turn up to get some flyers. Turn to this to avoid doing real work. Realize that I have gotten the number sequencing for the campaign diary wrong and have missed a day already (doh). I can hear a certain colleague on the Council and fellow candidate saying I told you so. Will keep this going as best I can but as each day gets bigger and bigger a daily blog now looks unlikely.

Yesterday (Saturday) a big day.

We manage to combine meet and greets and a flyer drop and so get good coverage of the constituency. A lot of people expressing support and yet I know it’s still too soon and people haven’t started to properly focus in on how they might vote. One of the local delis offers some coffees to the team which goes down a treat. All good.

We break for Cowen’s press conference and to get some food. I’m angry. It is completely unacceptable. What is more frustrating is that by doing it outside of the Dail, Cowen is only held to account by the journalists present, who in my view do a poor job and ask the wrong questions. In any case they weren’t elected to play opposition. There is so much wrong with the scene, the act, the language used.

Anger subsides and we hit the streets again in Rathmines. Daylight hours crucial.

Retire to pub in Ranelagh to meet family and unwind. Catch up with an old friend. Then pop round to another  friend’s house warming briefly and then home.