Pandemonium @ No 10

The usual chaos has returned to No 10. Only when Boy David is well and truly out of the way, do we get a moment's peace! Talk about shambolic! One minute it's defence of the realm; then it's being nice to Sarkozy time; next it's deal with that Lansley twerp; onto how to keep Clegg from weeping; ensure Theresa May keeps her mouth shut; check up on Georgy, next door! Enough to drive a sane man mad. problem is, was Boy David sane to start with, I ask myself.

Anyone so desperate to be PM, must surely, be more than halfway mad? Everyone knows that if you're normal when you enter No 10, within a very short time - you're a raving lunatic. Barely one of them has 'scaped unscathed. Don't know how old Reagan in the USA managed it!

Anyway - now our Boy David has opened yet another can of worms, as they say. he's going to fix the 'immigration issue'. Well done, do I hear you say. About time too! It's not quite as simple as it seems. The fanatics say he won't go far enough. The bleeding hearts say he's gone too far! The Universities are crying into their gowns - 'where's the dosh going to come from?' The LibDems are wailing that another election pledge will be broken.

It's all Oyveh! Oyveh! The wailing is all around us!

Being a sane cat, I'm creeping next door to N0 11 to have lunch with Arturo. I'm not daft!