I’ve spent a lot of time outside these last couple of weeks. My step count is *awesome*! I’ve been stopped by strangers telling me they’ve always voted Tory but are switching to Labour. I’ve discovered that a remarkable number of people leave their front doors open, even in London. And I’ve learnt that as many letterboxes eat your fingers as did when I delivered newspapers three decades ago!
I’ve enjoyed sun and not enjoyed humidity. And I’ve been caught in torrential downpours; yesterday not even my underwear stayed dry when I got caught in a storm. I may not be naked, but I’m wet and right now campaigning is the sexiest thing I could be doing.