I never cease to wonder

 Why would anyone, least of all the prime minister’s principal private secretary, apparently send an email to 100 people marked, “Official. Sensitive. No 10 ONLY”, inviting them to “socially distanced drinks!” to “make the most of the lovely weather” and not stop to ask: “Is it a bit dumb to put this in writing?” This, after all, was in May 2020 when it was barely legal to lower your bum on to an empty park bench. Fifty-five minutes after Oliver Dowden made a speech telling the public that they could only meet one person outside their household in a public space, the sausage rolls and wine glasses were being laid out at No 10. If I was Martin Reynolds, I wouldn’t expect to be recruited by MI6 any time soon. I don’t think we’ve found the new James Bond. He might as well have headed it: “Sssshhh. Top-secret naughtypoos”. It almost makes me suspect we might not be being led by the “brightest and the best” after all.