he metaphors keep piling up like a multiple car wreck. Or do they keep crashing down? It’s so hard to keep up. But you get the drift. Yet again, we have a government that’s out of control. That can do little else but bunker down in the cabinet room and pray for the roof not to fall in. Desperate for a break that just isn’t coming. Helpless to do anything but gradually disappear under the rubble of its own making. Policies in tatters and no sense of direction.
“It’s not true that I didn’t care,” wittered RishGPT. He had cared. Just not very much. If there was a victim in this, it was Sunak himself. Surely the country could see he was desperately unlucky that the schools had started falling down on his watch. Why couldn’t they have held together till after the next election, when Labour could carry the can?
So what if a few buildings fell? People were far too attached to their children. Modern wokery and all that. “Buildings can collapse for many reasons,” she said. Like earthquakes. These things happened all the time. So there was no point in trying to repair crumbling concrete.