In the last days of the US presidential election campaign I visited Punxsutawney, the Pennsylvania town immortalized in the film Groundhog Day. The lead character, played by Bill Murray, is trapped in time, the dawn of each day heralded by the same song and the same weather report on the same radio station. I have been living my own version of Groundhog Day for more than a month.
Every morning, I awake to a batch of emails from a man I have never met, who addresses me as if we were old friends while desperately pleading for cash. His name is Donald J Trump. His approach has all the sophistication of a door-to-door salesman striving to convince me to buy a keg of bleach as a remedy for the coronavirus.