I used to have a lovely cousin called Isobel, who suffered from rip-roaring flatulence in old age. Whenever she succumbed, she would stare crossly at one of the dogs to pass the blame.
That’s what Liz Truss did yesterday, in sacking Kwasi Kwarteng for implementing her policy and her vision as she screeched into reverse gear.
So the stench that is swirling round Downing Street is coming from her – and nobody else.
