No words were needed. Their faces said it all. Penny Mordaunt looked like someone who had just been told her house was about to be repossessed. You reap what you sow. James Cleverly kept his eyes closed for the most part. Wishing he was anywhere but here and hoping he would wake up somewhere else when he opened them. Thérèse Coffey just remained in her usual stupor. She has yet to work out just what she has done to become deputy prime minister. Her and me both.
That was just the cabinet. If anything, the Tory backbenchers – those who had made the effort to turn up – were in an even more pitiful state. Most appeared to be suffering from acute post-traumatic stress disorder. Clutching their heads. Staring vacantly ahead. Talking to themselves.
