Move over, darling

Cherie Booth’s programme on the ‘goldfish bowl’ lives of prime minister’s wives illustrated an important truth: why it is still a blessing that we (just about) have more journalists than celebrities as TV interviewers.
Cherie chatted to Norma Major about the curtains at the Downing Street flat and about John’s breakfast time meetings without once discussing his affair with Edwina Currie.
Mrs Blair’s own mistakes and misjudgements were alluded to by some talking heads but never confronted directly in the main part of the programme itself.
And any conflict with her husband over ideals and policy was only mentioned in a press conference in India when she was asked if she disagreed with her husband’s decisions.
Cherie looked all coy and said something to the effect that all women disagreed with their husbands at some point – unless their husbands were saints.
There would seem to be more to disagree with in her husband’s actions than in many other’s though, wouldn’t there? He hasn’t spent savings on a season ticket or stayed in the pub a pint too long.
Personally, if I were married to a man, which I’m not (but bear with me), and he had played a role in events which had brought about the deaths of some 100,000 people, churned up chaos and misery and destabilised a region of the world, I might mention it.
I might even walk out, no matter good he was with the kids.