Our prime minister has not had a tete a tete with Edouard Balladur, France's Gaullist prime minister, since their London summit in July. They did have a chat at the October shindig in Brussels, when the European Community hatched the European Union, but our man says it did not get beyond Balladur asking if Major would like another mineral water.
'Even in the days of handbagging, she was always on the phone to Paris,' our deep throat inside the Hotel Matignon reports. The Leaderene seemed to prefer the French, even though Paris had unhappy memories for her. It will be recalled that Baroness Thatcher, when she was just plain Margaret, tripped lightly down the steps of the British Embassy to reassure an anxious world on live television that she would fight to keep her job - only to go down later that week. She was also wont to give speeches in French, as was the case when exchanging the instruments of the Channel Tunnel Treaty in 1987, handsomely upstaging the resolutely monolingual Francois Mitterrand.
Mr Major's incapacity for languages, however, is no excuse. Mr Balladur speaks English, a skill he needs to deal with his Savile Row tailors. So, if the phone lines no longer hum between Downing Street and the Hotel Matignon, it can only be assumed that Mr Balladur, too, sees no good reason to consult with his cross-Channel chum.