What I don't mention on the doorsteps, is that I've put on a stone since the campaign started, which for me was at the begining of February. In theory canvassing is good exercise, but in reality I would get home at half eight, make a pile of sandwiches and open a bottle of wine. Not much better once elected, too many buffet lunches and still home late to a pile of sandwiches. And no time for running. There's a Council up country that weighs the Mayor at the start of the term, and again at the finish, if they've put on weight they've obviously been troughing at the public expense. Looking bad for me at the moment. Still, I've been out twice this week, running down to Malpas and back, and I'm planning to do the Jamaica Inn to Brown Willy run on New Years Day. Won't be breaking any records, not least because my occasional running partner has reduced her training to having one of her Christmas chocs with her early morning cup of tea. But we'll be there.
Then, on New Years Day, I'll get on the scales. Thankfully not in public!