Yes, the play-pits. The big cardboard boxes full of bits of old junior minister.

I'll just go and sort out that policy list.

Lovely! Urban renewal is a bit of a running sore. In what way?

Well, it's very woolly and big.

Sounds like a mammoth!

HE LAUGHS

Right. OK.

So, my big thing...

Come in, actually. Come in to my office with nowhere to sit or put anything.

My primary focus is social mobility.

That's very much my big thing.

I suppose I'm telling you that partly to get your take on it,

and also so that you can start spreading the news and printing the posters

and, you know, fire up the turbo-chargers.

Set the phasers to equality.

It's Murray time! The thing is, and Ollie please correct me here if I'm wrong...

I will certainly do that.

Social mobility, making people richer, costs money.

Yes, and we don't have any of that, really.

If you speak to Nick at the Treasury, he will tell that. Only with his annoying lisp.

What you're telling me is that basically I'm going to be a woman with a computer and some pens.

Well, if there's the pen budget! I mean, I have about as much real power

as those twats who sit either side of Alan Sugar.

Well...yes.

We have got some clothes for you to look at for a press photograph later.

We can continue this later, maybe?

Yeah, definitely. You're a size 16?

I'm 12. I'm so sorry. Well, I'll get those changed, right away.

At the moment, I've got nobody at all.

Apart from Hugh's guys who are just, kind of, so fucking patronising and cold.

Seriously, one of them

looks exactly like he works in menswear at Selfridges.

I don't know what the fuck to say to him.

Secretary of State?

Your fruit salad. Oh, I've just had a couple of press calls.

A couple of the papers asking about your husband and the PFI.