Tuesday and Thursday saw Conservative MPs voting for the two candidates they wanted to go to the ballot of the party membership. I was delighted that David Cameron did so well by topping Thursdays decisive vote. As I have said before, I believe him to be one of those rare talents: someone who has a clear vision, who understands how people want to live in modern Britain and has the ability to communicate his message in a fresh and exiting way.  

 
Voting takes place in a committee room in the House of Commons. The corridor outside is a seething mass of journalists gossiping and doing spread bets on what the result will be. When the announcement was made on Tuesday I felt a pang of pity for Ken Clarke. He is a massive figure, both physically and politically. I hope he continues to play a part in my Partys renaissance.  
 
On Wednesday I was called to ask a question to the Prime Minister. It is just about the only time in an average week when the place becomes the seething bear-pit so loved or, more often, loathed by people in the real world. The good part of it is that there are not many democracies that test their leaders like ours. Presidents Chirac, Berlusconi, or Bush never have to face the weekly testing the British Prime Minister goes through.  
 
I chose to have a go at Mr Blair about the shambolic mess in the funding of our local health service that has resulted in the closure of a highly valued palliative care unit , Charles Clore Unit and the suspension of a sexual health project. Like most questioners, I did not get an answer. He chose to bat back at me with statistics but I did get a Prime Ministerial offer to correspond with me on West Berkshires particular problem. An offer I have taken up.