Confidante

Well it appears I have achieved the impossible and managed to become M's confidante again. I'll see how long this lasts. Through gritted teeth I offer support and concern for her well-being. There must be a portrait of Poor Cliff in an attic somewhere, with a nose that is extending each day. One member of staff is about to hand in their notice and emigrate and another one, is about to be given the boot. So that will be her wages bill reduced by oh, some 70k over a year. Can I have my days back please?