Behind the door, the famous black door with the pristine frame, the prime minister paced. This time of year was never his favourite. Oh, he welcomed the time with his family, no doubt about that. He just wasn’t too fond of the heavy food, that’s all. And the interminable drinks receptions, at which he made the same three jokes because nobody except him had heard them. But it was good to see the family. He missed his work, a little, of course – and nobody ever bought him what he wanted. But time with the family – ah, yes, that was pleasant.