To be honest, after taking a short break for an election detox, I had hoped it would be all over bar the shouting by now. Sadly not. There's still more than a week of this patronising nonsense until we actually get the chance to cast our votes.
On the day Mother Theresa decided she would go to the country, I warned that a campaign lasting the best part of two months had the potential to go pear-shaped. Events, dear lady, events, as Harold Macmillan almost said.