Pretty Poet At No 10

As an intern on OBVs MP Shadowing Scheme, on Wednesday I visited No. 10 Downing Street,  home of Prime Minister David Cameron. Was it how I imagined?  To be honest, I have never imagined much further than the big black door with the No.10 on it.  My mind has the habit of running away with itself and I usually have to reign it in but for this, I was quite comfortable not knowing what to expect.  

Inside it was very grand, decor just as Margaret Thatcher had left it, gold, chandeliers, silverware and oil paintings, carpets so soft your heels just sink in.   The building itself is made up of 3 houses joined together. Inside the rooms open up into each other, making large rooms larger and, we were told, echoing the desire of this government to "be the most open and transparent" in the world.


As I continue on my journey, seeking to learn if I have or even want a place in the world of politics, I think the picture that will remain with me from this visit, is still the big black door... because to me what it represents allows my imagination to go beyond all that I saw as I walked around the Prime Minister's office and residence.  It allows me to envision how things could be in the future.   The walls that would whisper remained silent still, and we could only hear muffled voices, conversations concealed... but that door speaks so loud.  ia imprints such powerful images in our minds, with so many pivotal moments captureMedia imprints such powerful images in our minds, with so many pivotal moments captured on that famous doorstep, and so many more such moments to come.d on that famous doorstep, and so many more such moments to come.