Well, so much for the predicting powers of the commentariat. But as some guy once said: A week is a long time in politics. Instead of the Big One in the shape of the Mother of All Reshuffles, all we had were kindergarden lunches and feeding bottles.
Enjoy your meal.
So, was this a case of audio feedback (in Danish we would talk of “selvsving” or “rundhyl”) or did anything happen to stop the reshuffle?
Well, your guess is as good as mine. We do know that the eldest son of foreign minister Per Stig Møller died suddenly (but not completely unexpectedly) at the age of 44 and throwing the minister off the cliff might have looked a bit … brutal. Even if the two-day seminar at the end of the week appeared to be the perfect time for a reshuffle.
But then again, Møller has told the story about when he was walking on a beach with his father (former Conservative leader and finance minister Poul Møller) when Møller sr. suddenly tripped Per Stig’s legs making him fall face down in the sand. “That’ll teach you never to trust people”, was Old Møller’s lesson for his son. So Per Stig Møller might not have taken any noises coming from his party leader at face value and could very well have expected to get the sack at any time.
Especially at the most inconvenient one.
Then there is the story that the reshuffle was called off because of policy disagreements between the Conservatives and the Liberals. All very well and possible, but I still doubt if this in itself would block a reshuffle – I mean: You don’t exactly need a new government programme to throw Helge Sander off the train (preferably at very high speed, please) or to split Economic Planning and Trade and Industry into two portfolios. Okay – the latter one might take a bit of explanation.
But as the Swedes say: He who lives will see.