Although tonight we are promised the exciting spectacle of democracy in full vigour, throwing off the fever of the last few weeks, we must admit the campaign itself has been rather unhealthy. Nonsense has been spouted. Policy has been under-discussed. Sir Ed Davey has felt obliged to court attention by jumping off things and into things and up and down on things.
There is one healthy habit, though, that we seem to have at last acquired. The Wheeling Out of the Wives — the compulsory role of the party leader’s spouse throughout the campaign — is, I think, over. This election marks its end. When, as we expect, Victoria Starmer accompanies her husband into 10 Downing Street tomorrow, many people will not have seen her before.
