Since the spurt of blogging on Tuesday, I have been so busy that I’ve not been able to repeat it. It turns out that the aftermath of a wedding (thank you card writing, photograph analysis, present unwrapping, apologising to the female guests I drunkenly came on to etc etc) takes up more time than the wedding itself. For the oversight, I apologise.

That’s not to say that I have been idle. Aside from a return to work today (to 283 emails) there has been casework. This week I have had a housing issue to deal with, after some troublesome council tenants began causing misery for their neighbours. I have also learned about how to get unadopted roads adopted so as to help a resident enquiring about that (it turns out you need public access and pavements). And I have continued to try and find a solution for a local football team trying to stop young people setting fire to its pitch every weekend evening. Thankfully the rain will probably scupper them tonight, which is more than can be said for the Police, despite their efforts so far.

Friday means Prestwich Advertiser day, and I am very disappointed to find that they didn’t print my letter of reply about Lib Dem voting records again, despite finding time and space last week to print a letter accusing me of not answering the original query (which I did, hence the repeated answer this week). The paper, owned by Trinity Mirror, the people behind the Labour-backing Daily Mirror, aren’t doing themselves any favours in the fairness stakes on this one. Maybe next time eh?

This weekend will see me finally do the last of the post-Honeymoon sorting out. People keep asking me if married life is different and the answer is “yes, there’s lots more laundry.” The pair of us going away for three weeks each has meant double time for the washing machine. I will also get through the other bits of casework yet to be responded to since I’ve come back (sorry if this is your query, but I am working through the backlog as quickly as possible) and get out and do some leafleting for the first time as a married man.

For once the women of Prestwich will have a reason not to pounce on me. Prior to now they just haven’t.

Rick