The general election is under way, which means ’tis the season of knocking on doors and invading the homes of strangers. Of course we all hesitate: is that friendly offer of a good old British cuppa a gesture of sympathy or a cunning means to hold you up and stop you canvassing a few more houses?
Other people’s homes, gardens, dogs, cats and doormats suddenly become clues to voting intentions. Weeds and peeling paintwork probably mean the owner doesn’t vote at all, but it could also indicate a disabled person living alone with inadequate support.
