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GILES SPENT THE MORNING moving his papers, files, and personal belongings from one end of the corridor to the other. He left behind a spacious, well-appointed office overlooking Parliament Square, just a few steps from the chamber, along with a retinue of staff whose only purpose was to carry out his every requirement.
In exchange, he moved into cramped quarters, manned by a single secretary, from which he was expected to carry out the same job in opposition. His downfall was both painful and immediate. No longer could he rely on a cadre of civil servants to advise him, organize his diary, and draft his speeches. Those same servants now served a different master, who represented another party, in order that the process of government should continue seamlessly. Such is democracy.
When the phone rang, Giles answered it to find the leader of the opposition on the other end of the line.
“I’m chairing a meeting of the Shadow Cabinet at ten o’clock on Monday morning in my new office in the Commons, Giles. I hope you’ll be able to attend.”
No longer able to call upon a private secretary to summon Cabinet members to No. 10, Jim Callaghan was making his own phone calls for the first time in years.
* * *
To say that Giles’s colleagues looked shell-shocked when they took their places around the table the following Monday would have been an understatement. All of them had considered the possibility of losing to the lady, but not by such a large majority.
Jim Callaghan chaired the meeting, having hastily scribbled out an agenda on the back of an envelope which a secretary had typed up and was now distributing to those colleagues who’d survived the electoral cull. The only subject that concentrated the minds of those seated around that table was when Jim would resign as leader of the Labour Party. It was the first item on the agenda. Once they had found their opposition feet, he told his colleagues, he intended to make way for a new leader. Feet that would, for the next few years, do little more than tramp through the No’s lobby to vote against the government, only to be defeated again and again.
When the meeting came to an end, Giles did something he hadn’t done for years. He walked home—no ministerial car. He’d miss Bill, and dropped him a line to thank him, before joining Karin for lunch.
“Was it ghastly?” she asked him as he strolled into the kitchen.
“It was like attending a wake, because we all know we can’t do anything about it for at least four years. And by then I’ll be sixty-three,” he reminded her, “and the new leader of the party, whoever that might be, will undoubtedly have his own candidate to replace me.”
“Unless you throw your support behind the man who becomes the next leader,” said Karin, “in which case you’ll still have a place at the top table.”
“Denis Healey is the only credible candidate for the job in my opinion, and I’m pretty confident the party will get behind him.”
r /> “Who’s he likely to be up against?” Karin asked as she poured him a glass of wine.
“The unions will support Michael Foot, but most members will realize that with his left-wing credentials the party wouldn’t have much hope of winning the next general election.” He drained his glass. “But we don’t have to worry about that possibility for some time, so let’s talk about something more palatable, like where you’d like to spend your summer holiday.”
“There’s something else we need to discuss before we decide that,” said Karin, as she mashed some potatoes. “The electorate may have rejected you, but I know someone who still needs your help.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Emma rang earlier this morning. She hopes you might be willing to advise her on her new job.”
“Her new job?”
“Hasn’t anyone told you? She’s been appointed undersecretary of state for health, and she’ll be joining you in the Lords.” Karin waited to see how he would react.
“How proud our mother would have been,” were Giles’s first words. “So at least something good has come out of this election. I’ll certainly be able to show her which potholes to avoid, which members to heed, which ones to ignore, and how to gain the confidence of the House. Not an easy job at the best of times,” he said, already warming to the task. “I’ll call her straight after lunch and offer to take her around the Palace of Westminster while we’re in recess.”
“And if we were to go to Scotland for our holiday this year,” said Karin, “we could invite Harry and Emma to join us. It would be the first time in years you wouldn’t be continually interrupted by civil servants claiming there’s a crisis, or journalists who say sorry to disturb you on holiday, minister, but…”
“Good idea. By the time Emma is presented to the House in October, her new colleagues will think she’s already spent a decade in the Lords.”
“And there’s another thing we ought to discuss now you have so much more time on your hands,” said Karin as she placed a plate of stew on the table in front of him.
“You’re quite right, my darling,” said Giles, picking up his knife and fork. “But don’t let’s just talk about it this time, let’s do something.”
* * *
Lord Goodman heaved himself up from behind his desk as his secretary entered the office accompanied by a prospective client.
“What a pleasure to meet you at last, Mrs. Grant,” the distinguished lawyer said as they shook hands. “Do have a seat,” he added, ushering her to a comfortable chair.
“Is it correct that you were the prime minister’s lawyer?” asked Ellie May, once she was seated.
