MONDAY Fraught morning. Drew the short straw and had to
take Mrs Spelperson her camomile tea but couldn’t find her. Looked everywhere. Under the desk, in the filing cabinet. Nowhere. So I couldn’t tick the chart confirming that she had been checked on and given light refreshments. I expect she’s climbed out of the window to go to choir practice again. Dave still furious and says God may forgive her but he certainly won’t. If it was up to him, he would invent a new commandment, Thou Shalt Not Fiddle Thy Commons Expenses, the breaking of which would be eternal damnation and los ing the whip. He was raging: ‘What’s the point of Conservative Christian Fellowship dogooders if they can’t even stay the right side of the fees office?’ Gary said he was sure he didn’t know.
Am keeping my head down. Lot of press briefing to do on Dave’s big push on the family. The line is he would never put politics before his children. We’ve got exclusive new piccies of him with little Arthur looking cute in a blue sun hat to give the story added authenticity.
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