Making the bed and washing up, PM is just like us: dull as dishwater
IT’S always thrilling to discover that a prime minister is just like us normies. Turns out, he reads Grazia, too!
This week, in a display of preelection normality, Rishi and Akshata sat down with the posh fash mag to discuss how they balance being billionaires with running a mediumsized state. Who does the washing? Who cooks the meals? Who destroys the middle-class with a tax burden that crushes freedom and hope?
The result is a video of the handsome couple on a sofa, Akshata in blue, Rishi casually dressed down in shirt and tie. Grazia justified this Terry and June profile with some woke fem spin. “Women, on average, do 65 per cent of the housework” – so who in this family wears the trousers, and who irons them? Rishi, one slowly realises with a sinking heart, does both. It is Rishi who does the dishes best. Rishi who tidies the No 10 bedroom. “I actually sometimes come up back into the flat... to make the bed, because I’ll be irritated if it’s not made.”
The comments next to the videos run from the hyperbolic (“this man has the blood of millions on his hands”), to the unbelievable (“my kids haven’t eaten for a month”). Some people are horrible. What’s wrong with taking time to appreciate that Rishi and his wife are a nice couple? As for the PM, it’s okay to be grey. I honestly think he loves Taylor Swift. And that his favourite ice-cream is vanilla.
Akshata reads books and exercises, Rishi crawls into bed and watches Friends. After a day of stacking the dishwasher and outlawing protest, I can’t blame him – and he’s certainly more enlightened than my father was. As dad used to say: “If I’m in the kitchen doing the dishes, who’s watching the football?”