Rhoda looks forward to resuming her bulletins. She has written a poem for you about the current political stalemate: To be sung to the tune of the Red Flag: One step forward, one step back Nick's dance is devilish daring. Rightward shuffle, leftward track Then pause to take his bearing. But tax adjustments he has planned to organise the Promised Land So give a whimper, not a cheer - There'll be no government this year. I bet the Civil Cervice are wondering what the hell they did with their yellow files. On wonders whether the coalition ones will be green or orange.