Intrigue and incest in the heart of the British government.
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It was nearly three in the morning when the small convoy of cars reached Number Ten. The summit in Brussels had dragged on late into the evening, as was always the case, and he had to do the usual post match press conference and a round of interviews before he could fly back to London. Someone had briefly floated the idea of staying overnight at the Ambassador's residence, but Henry wanted to get home. And he was the boss, so he got to have the final say.
They touched down at RAF Northolt just after two. One of the advantages of being Her Britannic Majesty's Prime Minister and First Lord of the Treasury, was you didn't have to hang around at passport control or customs. Once you were on the ground, you
