Politics and relocation; it’s all about Positions of Responsibility. The latest from the Anonymous Assistant.

Jane’s assault on the UK political scene is about to begin.  She and I are to attend the inaugural “Election Warmer” cocktail party in her local constituency.

“Can’t you go on your own?” I protest.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Did Margaret Thatcher go to parties without Dennis?”

“I don’t know but, anyway, it’s hardly the same, you and I are not married.”

Although we might as well be, given the amount of time we spend together.

“You are missing the point,” she frowns.

“And that is?”

“That politicians are always surrounded by acolytes to give the impression that they are popular.”

“But you’re not.”

She waves her arm dismissively. “I know that and I don’t care, but other people do; they like to see their politicians being adored.”

Adoration?!  Doing a “Dennis” is one thing: that is quite another.

“I’m not going to pretend to adore you.  Some days I can barely tolerate you!”

“Really?” she seems surprised.

“Yes.” In fact most days.

“Oh, well, if you can’t manage adoration, admiration will do.”

Even that is pushing it.

“Can’t you ask Liz or Alex?”

“Alex would flirt with the waiters and Liz would eat all the food.”

Fair enough.  But I’m not about to roll over without a bit of bargaining.

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“All right, I will go but on one condition.”

“I am not taking your place on the Relocation Committee!”