Much to my displeasure someone subjected me to a very tedious extended BBC news commentary on the weather and London traffic today. There were endless discussions on the likelihood of the rain stopping, the dangers of rain to television equipment, and aerial views of some cars wending their way through West End traffic.
It seems a new Prime Minister spoke for a few minutes at the end, but I’d long hidden in the other end of the flat. Eventually another member of this politically-engaged family found me, and with that clarity of youth summarised our new PM’s public speaking capabilities and indeed content. With a frown said…
“Daddy, Liz Truss sounded exactly like our speeches for election to pupil-council.
But we’re nine!”