Poor old Theresa. ‘Don’t you think she’s looking tired?’
The more she squirms on the front bench the more uncomfortable and haggard she looks. Yesterday she looked like she had a sack of potatoes under each eye.
The foreign terrorists are (some say) coming through the front door…. ‘G4S’ are sneaking out the back…. And the Labour opposition fielders are crouched around her bat waiting for her next slip in the gulley.
Meanwhile many of the British Police constabularies are coming straight at her like greyhounds out of the trap…. and Tessa Jowell can’t keep her own trap shut.
Meanwhile Dave Cameron continues in his fruitless plight to hold the coalition together and not to move his fragile Downing Street Cabinet.
Sooner or later something will snap. Mark my words. Something will snap.
And if Gove won’t… Theresa may.
