I was at a friends this afternoon when the telephone rang. Her ten year old son answered, took a message, hung up, then said “That was John. The blanket has gone”. After a brief moment of confusion we understood. There was a sense of relief, for clearly, this political hot potato was fully baked some time ago. It is amazing that Tony tried to cling to him for so long, like a kiddy with his comforter … “don’t take away my blanket”.