It’s weird isn’t it, this bit? That period right after a new government has taken over with its all-new faces and fresh starts. The imperative to celebrate feels almost mandatory. Even more so after the past 14 years. The Tory government in later years began to feel like a nightmare – like one of those old-fashioned horror theme park rides where you gird your loins knowing something grotesque is going to arrive, screaming at you, at any second.
Once you’re off that sickening journey, having experienced politics for so long as a series of jump scares and gruesome characters and revelations, new government brings on a sense of relief and change that is even more intense than usual. What was once considered the normal business of basic governance now lands like a graceful acrobatic exercise. Look, a sensible cabinet appointment! And over there – goodness, a prime minister who seems to be enjoying himself. Hear that? No? Exactly. It’s so quiet. Nice, isn’t it?
