Day eight....

Dear Diary......can you please ask the Prime Minister when he is going to call the election?

The campaign rolls on - still not sure if I'm getting it right.

I've spent the week meeting people - trying to get my message across.

I have heard a few rumours about myself, mostly that I am some sort of Labor Party stooge (which would be funny if I wasn't so angry!!!)

At first, I was going to ignore the rumours, but I had a long talk to my friend John Miller and now I think, bugger it - I'll just confront them head on.

I had one conversation with the Labor Party earlier this year - they never even got back to me. Not once.

I am standing for nobody but the people of Fisher. I will not be directing preferences anywhere and I will not be doing any deals.

I think the rumours were started to scare people away from voting for me - 'A vote for Caroline is a vote for the ALP'. Absolute rubbish.

Enough of that though - some beautiful things have happened to me in the past couple of days. A woman came up to me in Caloundra on Tuesday and handed me $20.oo to add to the campaign fund.

And my friend Ken sent me this...

Faith...

When you come to the edge of all the light you have,

and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,

faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on,

or you will be taught how to fly.