It was early 2018 when I sat down in a pub in South East London with Liz Truss. His mood was depressed, matching the grey-green of the Farrow & Ball walls.
The papers predict that she will be fired in the upcoming reshuffle. After 10 minutes of small talk, I said, “Are we here to discuss how you plan to save your career?” If she didn’t quite say it like that, the then chief secretary of the Treasury began to outline her plans to “start saying what I really think”.
Three years on and I’m sitting across from a totally different Truss in a Newmarket hotel, decorated more like a 1970s curry house than John Lewis or Lulu Lyttle, with polls and bookies predicting.