Downing Street Years - Margaret Thatcher [12]
Denis shared my own fascination with politics — that, of course, is how we first met — but he also had his own outside interests, not least sport. He was passionately interested in rugby football — having indeed been a referee. He was also heavily involved in charities, an active member of the Sports Aid Foundation and of the Lord’s Taverners. Denis delivered many speeches on his favourite (nonpolitical) subjects. The one which for me best summed up his character and convictions was on sport and ethics and contained these lines:
The desire to win is born in most of us. The will to win is a matter of training. The manner of winning is a matter of honour.
Although Denis had a deep interest in everything military, and by choice would have stayed in the army at the end of the Second World War, the unexpected death of his father left him with no option but to return to run the family business, a paint and chemicals company. I am glad he did. For his industrial experience was invaluable to me. Not only was he familiar with the scientific side (something which we had in common); he was also a crack cost and management accountant. Nothing escaped his professional eye — he could see and sense trouble long before anyone else. His knowledge of the oil industry also gave me immediate access to expert advice when in 1979 the world experienced the second sudden oil price increase. Indeed, through him and our many friends I was never out of touch with industry and commerce.
Being prime minister is a lonely job. In a sense, it ought to be: you cannot lead from the crowd. But with Denis there I was never alone. What a man. What a husband. What a friend.
INSIDE DOWNING STREET
In some ways 10 Downing Street is an unusual sort of home. Portraits, busts and sculptures of one’s prime ministerial predecessors remind one of the nearly 250 years of history into which one has stepped.
As prime minister one has the opportunity to make an impact on the style of No. 10. Outside the flat I had displayed my own collection of porcelain, which I had built up over the years. I also brought with me a powerful portrait of Churchill from my room in the House of Commons. It looked down on those who assembled in the antechamber to the Cabinet Room. When I arrived, this area looked rather like a down-at-heel Pall Mall club, with heavy and worn leather furniture; I changed the whole feel by bringing in bookcases, tables and chairs from elsewhere in the building. There might be some difficult times to come in the Cabinet Room itself, but there was no reason why people should be made to feel miserable while they were waiting to go in.
Although it was not until I had been there some ten years that I had the most important redecorations done, I tried from the start to make the rooms seem more lived in. The official rooms had very few ornaments and when we arrived No. 10 looked rather like a ‘furnished house to let’, which in a way, I suppose, it was. Downing Street had no silver. Whenever there was an official dinner the caterers had to bring in their own. Lord Brownlow, who lived just outside Grantham, lent me silver from his collection at Belton House: it sparkled and transformed the No. 10 dining-room. One particular piece had a special meaning for me — a casket containing the Freedom of the Borough of Grantham, of which both the previous Lord Brownlow and later my father had been Mayor. The gardeners who kept St James’s Park brought in flowers. And happily, the flowers kept on coming, sent by friends and supporters, right until my last days at Downing Street, when you could hardly move down the corridors for a floral display which rivalled the Chelsea Flower Show. I also had the study repapered at my own expense. Its unappealing sage-green damask flock wallpaper was stripped off and replaced by a cream stripe, which was a much better background for