You like to think that even in your toughest moments, your nearest and dearest will have your back. So you’ve just unveiled a national Budget that’s been pretty much panned from every possible quarter? At least you can rely on your relatives to fight your corner, buoy you up and tell you that you’ve done your best, right? Right?
Not if you’re Rachel Reeves. Today, the chancellor will surely be feeling that deep, bone-level sort of mortification that only arises when a family member does something incredibly embarrassing in public. And this sense of cringe will only be multiplied by the fact that, rather than, say, posting conspiracy theories in the local Facebook group, the relative in question is now splashed all over the papers.
