Remember me? I bet you do. I bet you keep thinking "He wasn't that bad, was he, that Tim Farron? Just a reasonable, level-headed bloke. Not flashy, not too boring. Dependable. Looks like a bloke who knows a joke (or two!) but also like a bloke who can make society a fairer place for everyone by changing as little as possible."

I know people are thinking this, because I overheard somebody say it in the line at Pets at Home. Although my wife really thought she heard "Tim Allen". She won't let me have anything! She might be right, though. He was great in Home Improvement, and I'm sure he's a wonderful father.

I've tried to keep a low profile after my defeat at the ballot box. I try not to think about the numbers too much. My girls think I'm a hero, and that's the only thing that matters to me. They're always asking "why wouldn't people vote for you, Daddy?" and "what is it that people dislike so much about you, Daddy?" I'll miss them when they go back to university, though I can't pretend I haven't asked myself those questions from time to time.

I must confess to you, I didn't expect the result. I don't think anybody did. Mrs May ran a wonderful campaign, yes. But Corbyn? I genuinely didn't think he would return a single MP. I thought it was our year, I really did. I now regret getting the words "prime minister" tattooed on my chest. Good job I always make love to my wife in a minions shirt. I remember telling my girls on the night of the election "when we wake up tomorrow, Daddy will be in charge of the entire country".

I like to think of myself as being "in touch" and "of the times". I've seen Breaking Bad. But apparently, regarding the electorate, when "I was the one knocking" nobody answered!

As Chandler (from "sitcom" Friends) might say: "I couldn't be more confused!"

But recently, as I settle down for the evening and switch on the news, I can't help but chuckle wryly into my mug (#1 Best Dad) of lightly microwaved milk (skimmed on weekdays). Them two, the Chuckle Brothers as I call them (I know they can't be brothers as one of them, Theresa, is a woman - just trying to illustrate how inept they are humorously) couldn't run a booze-up in a distillery!

"What blunder will be next?", I ask my wife and kids every single evening. Sometimes I'll even rub my hands mischievously to make them laugh. Inevitably there's some fresh new scandal for me to cluck at loudly, or roll my eyes at theatrically, or shake my head at enthusiastically while making guffaw sounds as I look around the room incredulously and ask "ohh, whatever next eh?" or "did you hear that, oh ho ho - clueless!"

Let's face facts. Corbyn is all flair and no substance, with his razzle-dazzle tracksuits and his designer stubble and his empty rhetoric about "the many not the few". Jeremy just doesn't seem to understand that ordinary people aren't bothered about the disparity between the rich and the poor! In fact, they admire the wealthy; the investment bankers, the landlords, the aristocracy.

They know that austerity isn't exactly a trip to Legoland (my daughters used to love Legoland, we'd go 3 times a year when they were young) but they understand that they must tighten their belts, and forego luxuries like profiteroles, fizzy drinks, and disabled relatives, so that we can get this country back on it's feet. The public aren't interested in Marxist wish-lists like investment in public infrastructure and the downwards redistribution of wealth, they want things to stay basically the same, except more so.

And that's exactly what a Liberal Democrat government would deliver.