Rishi Sunak kicked off his Prada loafers and sprawled out on the sofa. It had been another long day of everything going exactly to plan. The autumn statement in which taxes were going down while still going up. The net migration figures where getting tough on foreigners meant allowing more of them into the country. He couldn’t quite understand why people weren’t more grateful for everything he had done.
A rare half hour with time to kill. Rish! reached for the laptop and began scrolling the Harrods website. He could do with a new suit. Tricky. He couldn’t decide on the fit. Was he a size 8- to 10-year-old? Or 10 to 12? One was too small with the trousers coming halfway up his legs, the other too large. Or were these emotional age groups? In which case he might be better off in the toddler range.
