Hospital Break.

I was recently having my fairly regular bloodletting at Sheffield's Northern General and I got into conversation with a sharp-as-tacks, elderly lady.

I mentioned the many years that I had spent in Ukip and my great disappointment after the heights of May 2014.

She referred to what she had hoped for from that party - and then muttered, "Yes, a broken reed."

Quite! And how that grieves me!