The true colours of British politics
What started out as a simple request from Mrs Simms for me to find a cardigan in the wardrobe, quickly progressed to a rather heated argument, before becoming a really interesting debate. Mrs Simms, downstairs and struggling to get the children out the door for a time-critical Easter holiday outing, was concerned about a cooling in the weather, and had asked me to dig out her dark green cardy. Ever helpful (and looking forward to quiet afternoon, if I'm honest), I was happy to oblige.
