The secret diary of Carrie Symonds
A series in which the PM's partner reveals what goes on behind closed doors
Dom gone, tick. Animals saved, tick. Bozzie divorced, tick. Truly I am blessed
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine looks back on a plague year in which almost all her wishes came true…
Babymooning at Chevening, I’m bothered by an entry in Bozzie’s memoirs
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine chances upon chapters of heroic deeds, and some not so heroic…
On Valentine’s Day, there is something I need to say to Dom with flowers
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine finds a smashing use for a vase of roses
Now to badger Bozzie over some other magnificent British beasties
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine is so proud of our super new nocturnal-animal-loving government. And Brexit, obvs
No bad hair. No takeaway boxes. No blonds between 16 and 40. No bums
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine lays down ground rules for the Downing Street photographer and Stanley bangs on about his gong again
Where is Bozzie? I haven’t seen him since that New Year’s beach party
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine contemplates the beauty of Mustique and searches for the PM
Bozzie is in hiding from Andrew Neil, but I’m desperate to tell him about Dilyn’s new trick
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine watches the noses of Stanley and Dom grow longer and longer
How dare that dreadful ITV woman try to talk over my brilliant Bozzie
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine discovers a foolproof way to produce a pot of jam for old Steptoe
As Bozzie wades through churlish northerners, Stanley clarifies the finer points of onanism
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine learns more about the conservation of the genus Johnson
Stanley shares his theory about why his son the PM is spending so much time at the palace
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine considers the attractiveness of older women. And things are broken
I’m finally getting to the bottom of the Arcuri thing when Dom rudely interrupts
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine can at least find some comfort in the songs of Abba
Bozzie swears Arcuri business is pure humbug
Catherine BennettIn which our heroine shares her thoughts on a super trip to New York with the Johnson posse
