Whips, Netball and The Iron Lady

Understandably there were a lot of hacks around today. Everyone seemed to be flitting around with a nervous air. I guess sending our brave boys and girls into combat will do that to a Parliament.

Of course the world doesn’t stop when fighting starts. Constituents keep calling and lobbyists keep sending boring and generic emails. 

I am getting increasingly p*ssed off with the moths in every office and hallway. Does anyone else have an issue with flying bugs trying to get in your mouth?

"I never hugged him, I bombed him."

My boss has decided he wants to join the Parliamentary ‘Back to Netball’ Group. “If it’s good enough for Col. Bob then it’s good enough for me!” Why doesn’t it surprise me that that Bob Stewart has signed up as well.

I am worried about the boss. I came back from lunch and found him talking to a framed portrait of Baroness Thatcher about Libya. I know he likes to air his thoughts when he’s troubled but I think he’s spending too much time chatting to the Iron Lady. Christ I hope he doesn’t start hearing the portrait talk back. He did leave the office for the chamber muttering something about “the stench of appeasement.” Oh dear. I was going to take him up on his offer of a few in the Strangers this evening but I'm not too sure now he's gone all fruitloop.

Toodles. xx