I have never felt more apathetic before a general election.

While the Tories have 'strong and stable leadership' on repeat and Jeremy Corbyn almost gives an address while facing the wrong way, the Lib Dem polling numbers are apparently worse than ever.

I see Andrew Marr passively interviewing our PM, Emily Maitlis barely beginning to break a sweat on Newsnight.

And even this cannot bring me to care.

I'm bored of the Tories, despairing of Corbyn and the Lib Dems wouldn't even get me to a gin party.

Meanwhile, when I drive past houses with 'Green' posters outside, I realise that they're not me either. Kale and chickpeas spring to mind.

I get home and hear furious rants from my other half which I nod along to but all the while taking my mind to another place.

This week, I read a cheesy novel (I use the word 'novel' advisedly) about an older woman who is bored with her life and longs to recapture her lost youth.

Why do such things appeal?

Who can say?

Anyway, it wasn't very good, but I still preferred it to election-talk.

I also preferred watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 at the cinema with my children to engaging in serious discussions with my other half about who might be the next guardians of our galaxy. And I most definitely preferred Guardians of the Galaxy's star Chris Pratt to all the political pra…people currently scurrying for my attention.

But my apathy is, of course, the problem. And because of my apathy, and yours, nothing ever changes.

Meanwhile, in France, there is a candidate (Emmanuel Macron) whose wife, Brigitte, is 24 years his senior.

What could a woman with a redundant womb and ageing skin have to offer a handsome young male candidate on the up, ask baffled commentators?

Bearing in mind that the age gap between Macron and his wife is almost identical to the gap between Donald Trump and his wife, Melania, I finally find myself sitting up and taking notice of politics again.

And thinking of some of the bored - and rather fabulous - older women anxious to recapture their lost youth I know of who could probably explain a little of Brigitte's appeal.