There was a deep despair hanging over No 10. A slough of despond. Staff tiptoed from room to room, anxious not to create a disturbance or catch one another’s eyes. Few words were spoken and then only in whispers.
“Where’s Rishi?” asked Isaac Levido.
There was a deep despair hanging over No 10. A slough of despond. Staff tiptoed from room to room, anxious not to create a disturbance or catch one another’s eyes. Few words were spoken and then only in whispers.
“Where’s Rishi?” asked Isaac Levido.