Yesterday I was deeply depressed by two unexpected knockbacks - the murder of Jo Cox, and UKIP's poster. It was a real Churchillian 'black dog' down. So, I did the only thing that works in these circumstances - stayed off the sauce, drunk gallons of mineral water and sweated it all out in positive and productive labour, with an aspirin last thing and a good night's sleep.
Now today I'm growing angry at the exploitative and immoral use being made of this young woman's death by the Establishment - a grubby exploitation that will befoul the Commons today with deceit and emotional blackmail. But there's nothing we can do except note that the ordinary working people so despised by the Establishment are not so stupid not to see what's going on. My hope is they'll do their hedgehog trick - keep schtum, lie to the pollsters and vote 'Leave' in the privacy of the polling booth.
As for Nigel and that poster, I'm concerned. Concerned, as Mike Smithson suggests, that Thursday may become a national vote on Nigel and not on the EU. And the poster I think was a mistake. The message was we don't like foreigners, not that we put our nation and all its people before others.
Well, we must KBO. And if Friday doesn't bring the result this nation needs, we'll still KBO; if the corrupt cabal of unelected crooks in the Berlaymont think they have a monopoly in repeating referendums until they get the right result, they underestimate British tenacity.
God bless and speed all, and perhaps (given the nights before Crecy, Agincourt, Waterloo and D-day) a prayer for moderate rain on Wednesday night; the 1664 BOCP has "Send us, we beseech thee, in this our necessity, such moderate rain and showers, that we may receive the fruits of the earth to our comfort and to thine honour". Amen.