Have you been stooped?

Candidates toady their way up your garden path and ring your bell before telling you how they are going to ring the changes.

And all you want to do is wring their necks.

They are like burglars returning to explain how they propose to spend the booty they nicked from you the day before.

It's a familiar scenario and I call it stooping.

A stoop, as you know, is another name for a doorstep.

So when a prospective MP appear on yours, rest assured, you are about to be stooped.

And there really is no level to which they won't stoop.

Pity, there was I, thinking I was safe in my high-rise flat!