At the very start of the lunatic Truss regime, I gave credit for one small thing: the sacking of Tom Scholar which, be it a good or a bad idea (I have no view) was at least done unceremoniously on Day 1. That's the Machiavelli way to go.
What followed - the soi-disant 'fiscal event' - was so close to terminal disaster (via an instantaneous meltdown amongst pension funds), I don't think we've properly registered it yet. This was also done swiftly and without reference to anyone: but that's not even remotely justified by the Machiavelli principle, and proves we are dealing with maniacs, willing to hazard the edifice of the UK pension system, and with it the economy, without a thought.
Fortunately - and this is where the door starts rapidly to turn on its hinge - the grown-ups stepped straight in and caught the witlessly, culpably dropped Ming vase before it hit the ground.
Let's step back a bit. Why did the Tory faithful vote for Truss? Because in those mad eyes, sub-Thatcherite apparent-certainty, and Johnsonian willingness to be jokily undiplomatic towards Macron and Sturgeon, they thought they'd found their girl - and that if someone was willing to mouth demented policies in public ("I will reform the ECHR"), it must be OK to want them and have them. All that's needed is balls - and at last, we've got someone with balls!
Well, no. Batshit is batshit, and cuts no ice in the real world.
Here's where it gets interesting. The adults are quietly closing in on her from all directions, steering her gently but firmly by the elbow - and she's not wriggling and struggling and crying "shan't!". First, the Bank. Then Biden. Then Macron. Then someone in the Party who could see the damaging optics of the 45% thing. Then whoever it is that calls the shots in the North Seas Energy Cooperation partnership. Then the National Grid. They've all evidently got her measure and, unlike with May - who likewise got frequently taken aside and told to change her ways - somehow it all sinks in real quick, and she goes along straight away, without obviously having been thoroughly humiliated. A preliminary assessment, for sure: but I think we're talking hyperactive bright teenage attention-seeker, keen to make a noise but also keen for grown-up approbation. I just want to be Head Girl, that's all. Of course dear, just so long as you don't do anything silly. (Anyway, there isn't anyone else who wants it as badly as you do.)
There's more of this to come - for certain - in the next few weeks along, so many potentially lethal holes did she dig in such a short space of time. When she's finally run out of personal steam, and the Tory anarchist-ultras have started to lose heart (and lose access: the door-keepers will ensure that), I wonder who ends up being the puppet-master at No.10? Every PM needs a Willy ...