I couldn’t allow Humphrey to think that I’d said it was corrupt. I
‘Champagne and caviar?’ enquired Sir Humphrey. ‘Private planes, air-conditioned Mercedes?’
I reminded Humphrey that these little luxuries oil the diplomatic wheels.
‘Snouts in the trough,’ remarked Humphrey, to no one in particular.
I reproved him. ‘That is not an attractive phrase,’ I said coldly.
‘I’m so sorry’, he said. ‘I can’t think where I picked it up.’
I drew the discussion to a close by stating that we would all go to Brussels next week to attend this conference, as he had originally requested.
As he got up to leave, Humphrey asked me if my change of heart about Brussels was entirely the result of his arguments.
Naturally, I told him yes.
He didn’t believe me. ‘It wouldn’t be anything to do with rumours of your being offered a post in Brussels?’
I couldn’t let him know that he was right. ‘The thought is not worthy of you, Humphrey,’ I said. And, thinking of Annie and trying not to laugh, I added solemnly: ‘There is such a thing as integrity.’
Humphrey looked confused.
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I told Arnold that I was most concerned about letting Corbett loose on the DAA. I would regard it as a disaster of the utmost magnitude.
Arnold said that he was unable to stop the move. The Prime Minister appoints the Cabinet. I refused to accept this explanation – we all know perfectly well that the Cabinet Secretary arranges reshuffles. I said as much.
Arnold acknowledged this fact but insisted that, if the PM is really set on making a particular appointment, the Cabinet Secretary must reluctantly acquiesce.
I remain convinced that Arnold keeps a hand on the tiller.
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I was still paralysed with indecision as today began.
At my morning meeting with Humphrey I asked if he had any news. He denied it. I know he had lunch with the Cabinet Secretary one day last week – is it conceivable that Arnold Robinson told him nothing?
‘You must know something?’ I said firmly.
Slight pause.
‘All I know, Minister, is that the reshuffle will definitely be announced on Monday. Have
I couldn’t think what he meant.
‘Of Brussels,’ he added. ‘Are you accepting the Commissionership?’
I tried to explain my ambivalence. ‘Speaking with my Parliamentary hat on, I think it would be a bad idea. On the other hand, with my Cabinet hat on, I can see that it might be quite a good idea. But there again, with my European hat on, I can see that there are arguments on both sides.’
I couldn’t believe the rubbish I could hear myself talking. Humphrey and Bernard might well have wondered which hat I was talking through at the moment.
They simply gazed at me, silent and baffled.
Humphrey then sought elucidation.
‘Minister, does that mean you have decided you want to go to Brussels?’
‘Well . . .’ I replied, ‘yes and no.’
I found that I was enjoying myself for the first time for days.
Humphrey tried to help me clarify my mind.
He asked me to list the pros and cons.
This threw me into instant confusion again. I told him I didn’t really know what I think, thought, because – and I don’t know if I’d mentioned this to Humphrey before, I think I
Humphrey said he thought I’d done all right.
So I was no further on. I’m going round and round in circles. If I’ve done all right, I mean