Monday
Got back to complete chaos after my winter spa break with mummy. Any de-stress and/or slimming benefit from seaweed and salt wraps entirely lost in first three minutes in this place.
When I left, Labour was embroiled in sleaze. Now Gids — of all people! — is accidentally forgetting to declare donations because Commons officials said he might not have to. A lot of other shadow cabinet members who will remain nameless here seem to have made the same silly oversight.
Of course, our sleaze is a lot cleaner than Labour sleaze. That goes without saying. But it’s all jolly inconvenient. Instead of being able to get on with my Boris merchandise (the new wigs are in, non-flammable this time!), am seconded on to horrid Donations Row Fallout Management Sub-Committee.
We have to work out what else should be declared in order to be voluntarily forthright and honest if the relevant authorities force us to be.
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