An Unwelcome Visitor

When I came in from the garden a piece of paper from the BNP was hanging out of the letterbox; the front gate had been left wide open (whatever happened to controlling borders?). I scanned through the policies on the way back to the compost bin: hike up the mandatory sentence for the possession of knives; bring back corporal punishment for anti-social behaviour; don't trust postal ballots; don't believe the lies...