I am prepared to forgive Boris Johnson for a lot of things.
He gets a pass for bonking that fame hungry American weasel Jennifer Arcuri who has, inevitably, been dishing gross sexual details of their affair in the least pleasant kiss-and-tell since Edwina Currie revealed all about her fling with John Major.
I can ignore him allowing his talented but unelected fiancé, Carrie Symonds to make many decisions that, in reality, should be down to the PM, his ministers and their civil servants and advisers.
I’ll turn a blind eye to the fact he wasn’t as actively engaged in the early days of the coronavirus crisis as he could have been.