Try to think of Monday as an outlier. Just a random, crazy day in the life of a normal, high-functioning Conservative government. The sort of thing that could happen to any group of overachieving philanthropists. Men and women who never gave a thought to their own careers and only had the welfare of the little people in mind. Imagine. But anyone can get caught out by lumps of crumbling buildings. After all, who could have possibly predicted that reinforced autoclaved aerated concrete with a maximum shelf life of 50 years might start to fall to bits after 50 or 60 years? Surely some kind of category error.
So, on the second day of the new parliament, the Tories had another go at trying to prove they were not a bunch of zombie derelicts. A reset 2.0. Or 3.0. I’ve rather lost count. I expect you have, too. It depends when the present Conservative government tries to imagine it was different from the last Conservative government. That appears to be something of a movable feast.
