It’s Monday, so it must be Vegas. After trudging through the snows of Iowa and New Hampshire covering the most fascinating and unpredictable US presidential race in modern history, I’m heading to Sin City for the Nevada caucuses.

Being married and with a daughter of seven months, the constant travelling on the campaign trail is a different experience than during my single days. But I still get a huge buzz from being on the road. Last month, I filed a story from Utah – the last of all 50 US states I’d reported from.

I love the razzmatazz and hardball of American presidential contests. I covered the 2000 race – pregnant chads and all – but missed 2004 because I was in Iraq. I’d vowed to return for 2008 and circumstances – marriage to an American, a revolution at the Telegraph – happily combined to make it happen.