Imagine, for a moment, being a cleaner at Number 10 Downing Street. Imagine coming into your work to clean up empty bottles from the tables and scrub red wine off the walls. And imagine being expected to do that the very same month the Prime Minister, whose staff were having multiple boozy shindigs, was telling you and everyone else in the country that they couldn’t be with their families that Christmas.
Imagine, on other days, being treated poorly by the very same people who were boozing, or singing karaoke, or fighting, or breaking garden furniture as the rest of the country stuck to the rules – and then being expected to clean up the vomit that had been left behind.
