So, Parliament has been dissolved today, the House of Commons will be empty (more or less), there will be no Prime Minister's Question Time with its waving and bawling, and all the would be hopefuls will be out on the hustings.
Our letter-box will be stuffed with bumf which we will not read and by the time tomorrow comes I for one will be sick and tired of hearing promises, promises.
For two pins I would not listen to the television news until it is all over - but then I would miss news stories which it is important to hear. So I must endure it all.
The one thing I can say though is that by the time Election Day comes I am sure all the candidates will be absolutely exhausted. I suppose if you win then the euphoria will carry you along. If you don't win - and of course that will be the majority of people electioneering - then I am sure total and complete meltdown will be the order of the day.
Our seat here in North Yorkshire, where Rt Hon William Hague has been the MP - and which is I believe the safest seat for the Conservatives in the whole country - is a whole new ball game this time. William Hague was much respected by citizens of every persuasion because he was such a good constituency MP. Now his resignation from the Government for pastures new means we shall have to get used to a new face whoever it is. For some things I wish I could go to sleep tonight and wake up in thirty eight days time.