I clipped a story from the papers recently about grandee 1960s prime minister Harold Macmillan. His grandson recalled a meeting at the family home.
Cabinet colleague ‘Rab’ Butler produced a pile of papers.
“What are those?” asked Macmillan.
“Policies,” said Butler.
“Oh, I beg you, not policies,” the prime minister retorted. “They come back to haunt you. Give them broad sunlit uplands, dear boy.”