Away from the politics of it all – says she who has been locked in combat with assorted airwaves and news outlets for the last few torrid days – I acknowledge that contemporary politics is, frankly, now a blood sport.

And while the politicians might have signed up for it all, their nearest and dearest certainly haven’t. But they get dumped in the pressure cooker too.

At the White House Correspondents' Dinner the other night, everyone but Kamala Harris’s spouse got a proper introduction, as befitted their assorted office. He, intro-ed as the Second Husband, was referred to by that night’s comedy host merely as Doug.

The hired host then doubled down by noting that he too was in the 'two paces behind' brigade since his missus was film star Scarlet Johansson.

Things are no better on the distaff side. Norma Major had to grin and bear it when her husband’s affair with Edwina Currie became public. (Edwina Currie!)

Meanwhile, nearer home, the pregnant wife of Humza Yousaf had to play her own waiting game as a solo affair at the start of the week as her then First Minister husband dashed round the countryside on a mission to prove himself relevant.

Politics is, as Mr Yousaf, noted in his farewell address, a “brutal” old business. A business which is hardly enhanced when a 24/7 news media can’t believe you actually might want to eat and sleep in your own home from time to time. And are not really in the market for an 11pm phone call when you’re happily binge watching Blue Lights.

And all the while the keyboard warriors on social media seem to feel free to monster you, often from behind their suitably anonymous and assumed identity. 

I take the Janey Godley approach to hostile trolling  - just block ‘em, preferably before reading their latest personal assault lines.

And it's a doubly satisfying approach if they subsequently whine about it.