Boris Johnson embarrassing: forced to take his temperature, his ex-collaborator makes disturbing revelations

Amazing revelations… In the columns of the magazine Tatler, Cleo Watson has opened up about Boris Johnson’s amazing behavior during the pandemic and how she felt like his nanny. This ex-collaborator first said: “My role at 10 Downing Street seems fanciful, but most of the time I was much closer to being Boris’ nanny. At the start of the pandemic, testing was limited so, like everyone else, the Prime Minister had his temperature taken regularly to check for symptoms. It was usually me doing it, dominating it (with or without heels – I usually found it helpful to be physically intimidating in the nanny role), one hand on one hip, teapot style, and the another brandishing a digital thermometer.“

During this interview, Cleo Watson recalled: “‘It’s time again, Prime Minister!’ I was saying. Each time, never wanting to miss a good opportunity to play a joke, he dutifully pretended to bend over.“Ailing, the British Prime Minister continued to wander out of his office, where he was confined. So the staff had to barricade him there inside his office.”Pretty soon this required setting up chairs as barriers in the doorway as he couldn’t help stepping over the threshold into our next room to look over his shoulders at what people were working on (with a pair of someone else’s reading glasses he found lying around)“, she clarified before indicating: “Thus, the ‘puppy barrier’ was created. He would kneel on the seats, his elbows propped on top, like a large, unruly golden retriever, howling for attention.“

Boris Johnson’s behavior singled out

After assuring that the British Prime Minister was immature, this ex-collaborator revealed: “There were constant questions about whether he had washed his hands or not. I insisted he drink Daylesford’s vitamin-packed green juices instead of his regular Diet Coke; try to find time for naps or very progressive exercises; even forcing him to sit down once he reached the top of Downing Street’s famous yellow staircase to catch his breath before a meeting. I alternated between stern and soothing words in response to his usual ‘I hate Covid now. I want everything to be back to normal. Why does everything happen to me?’“

Not keeping a good memory of this period, Cleo Watson added: “His strength returned, but the need for assistance remained. I remember a mid-summer meeting in Checkers (between lockdowns) when he brought together a group of political advisers to think about what the fall would bring. We went upstairs and were greeted by a terrible smell and what I took for a little poo under the table.. ‘Oh my God,’ the Prime Minister said looking at me expectantly for a reaction, ‘Dilyn pooped.’ I adopted the exasperated teapot pose. ‘Well, you better pick it up then,’ I said. And he did.“