You would never think that there was a General Election tomorrow (sic). Since I live in one of the few Scottish constituencies the Tories have a chance in hell of winning, local lamp-posts are decked out in enough red, white and blue posters to make any orangemen happy. The ‘need a lift to the polling station?’ cards have arrived from the incumbent (Labour) MP- complete with spelling mistakes. I’m still toying with the idea of watching the declarations overnight and bringing you significant events as they happen- I’ll have decided for definite by tomorrow.