When I spot my neighbour I have to run back inside, otherwise there will be an hour of politics chat coming.
Yet he told me he wasn’t watching one of last week’s Tory hustings in favour of, I kid you not, a repeat of Midsomer Murders.
I respect that fully. Anyone in their right mind would rather spend an hour in the company of John Nettles than watch the endless bickering between Liz Truss and Rishi Sunak.