So it is all my fault for having been surprised that this morning when out campaigning in Kingston I was variously been confronted by a whisk, someone removing their trousers and a man with a knife.
The knife was less ominous than it sounds. I think I interrupted the person preparing some food and he came to the door forgetting he had it in his hand. It was only when I mentioned it that he remembered it was in his hand. As for the disappearing trousers… I’ll never know what was underneath as I decided to take a sudden interest in the details of the ceiling. Lovely ceiling it was too.
I also got to see Norbiton train station, used in the Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin as his local train station from which he commuted to work and a lovely example of surviving Victorian train architecture.
Good chocolate biscuits too, up there with Streatham.