As I sat last Saturday night/Sunday morning, watching vice-president elect Kamala Harris do the warm up for Joe Biden’s acceptance speech, Bobby Ewing sprung to mind. Remember that shower scene in Dallas? It felt like the past four years had been just a bad dream.

Suddenly, there is no sign of Donald Trump. He doesn’t matter now. Twenty-four hours beforehand, he delivered that extraordinary, rambling address from the White House. It was arguably the lowest point of an unbelievable four years. It was jaw-dropping.