He quickly handed her the notes he was clutching tightly for her victory speech with a wide smile of congratulation and a comforting rub on her back. She took them without a glance and bounded straight for the stage.
Hugh O’Leary, 48, our new Prime Minister’s accountant husband, could currently walk down a street unnoticed. Probably even Downing Street.
About to enter Number 10 by his wife’s side, or maybe three steps behind, with their two teenage daughters - the first teens to slope self-consciously behind the black front door since the Blairs 25 years ago - this gentle-looking everyman has been largely absent from Truss’s campaign trail.
