Carrie: Ta-daaaaa! You can open your eyes now…
Boris: Sweet Jesus! It looks like a Turkish bordello! I mean – perfectly divine, my little otter. Erm, how much did it cost again?
Carrie: Well, the thirty grand redecorating allowance was obviously inadequate, but I didn’t go a penny over deux cent mille.
Boris: 200,000 quid?!
Carrie: Darling, it was a total John Lewis nightmare. Had to start completely from scratch. Is there a problemo?
Boris: Just some of the natives getting restless. There’s talk of £840-a-roll wallpaper, a £10,000 ‘baby bear’ sofa, and the small matter of how we paid for everything.
Carrie: Who cares?
Boris: The Electoral Commission, apparently. Oh, and the nurses we gave a measly 1% pay rise, not to mention businesses who’ve gone tits up thanks to our handling of Covid and Brexit.
Carrie: Just keep your head down, Bozzie. It’ll all blow over, you’ll see.