It’s probably not coming up on the doorstep, but with limited material and time the opponents of Keir Starmer were bound, eventually, to alight on the question of his wife, Victoria. That she appears to live a happy and productive life, works for the NHS, refuses to exhibit their children, turns up for formal and Labour party occasions, has not said anything silly and has yet, to add to these frustrations, to be convicted of overspending on clothes – are not, in the hands of ingenious analysts, insurmountable deterrents. For just as a politician’s wife can be criticised for getting above herself, she can, it turns out, be goaded for its suspected opposite: reverse-Lady Macbeth syndrome. In fact, you gather from recent objections to Mrs Starmer’s pre-election reserve, it’s worse than unsporting for a politician’s wife not to perform publicly as his helpmeet: it’s kind of weird. In its obduracy, it could even be called Cordelia syndrome. What – assuming a half-decent political wife can always get the time off work – can conceivably explain it? Starmer …