Teresa May as Home and Women's secretary - now there's a thought. Sarah by Gordon's side as he resigned, Sam a few yards away, standing and pregnant (although looking lovely) as David pitched up. Has anyone seen any other women involved in the last few days - at all?
I've been watching BBC live at work this morning and the whole troupe has been arranged and given their parts to play. I'm sure they'll all be feeling very important and r.e.s.p.o.n.s.i.b.l.e. today and I hope they make some good decisions and take care of the good things that our country does do and have a sort out on those other issues like, well, the economy and other small matters.
I like to have a good rant at the telly - I think Michael Gove might be my prime target over the next couple of months but I find I'm too busy just getting on with looking after myself and my own family to be pondering the outcome of this new form of government. I've just been listening to a very interesting debate on R4 about how, really, the last 13 years were a coalition between the Brown-ites and the Blair-ites which I suppose any government could be interpreted as. There are always differences between party members that somehow have to come together and operate as a government whatever happens. I feel I should be adopting a more involved stance but, frankly, I've got an allotment to plant and a lace scarf to finish and a whole lot of family bits and pieces to sort out. I just want them all to play nicely and get on with it.
I'm quite enjoying the constant reporting and updating and am finding it quite addictive. I remember in 1997, I was working for a health quango and there was much cheering and whooping when the new Labour cabinet ministers were announced. Watching this morning, I felt quite sorry for them all - they all looked as if they knew what was coming: a lot of hard work, a great deal of arguing and not much thanks.
I was wondering what GB was up to today. I hope he started the day with a big deep breath, a large mug of tea and some gentle pottering in his Scottish garden with Sarah and his boys. I'm imagining him in some suitable cordrouys, perhaps chinos with a warm checked shirt and some slip on shoes, having a think, wondering what to do next and enjoying the peace and quiet.