I recall Mrs D once putting salt in the sugar bowl on April 1st and handing it to me without a flicker of an eyelid. First mouthful of my muesli and I knew I'd been had. But rather than concede, I decided to tough it out. I cleared the dish without so much as a grimace or lifting my gaze from my newspaper. I hope she doesn't read this post because to this day I've claimed that I didn't notice the difference.
Reason this came to my mind was after seeing the expressions on the faces of all those Wales Labour Executive members who were on TV tonight telling us how they supported the idea of a going into coalition with Plaid. At least the pain I will feel if the Rainbow Coalition doesn't materialise will be lessoned by the knowledge of the suppressed hatred that will be fermenting within the breast of Welsh Labour