As I have said before , that on the basis of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, Theresa May has got pretty tough. Every month or so she is for the Tower and every month or so she scatters her foes. Or more precisely they don’t turn up.Either she is good or they are are feeble. Whatever she now has a deal. The dogs can add bite to their bark or the caravan moves on. Many of these dogs have been barking so long that its obvious they have no teeth.
Lest hope the caravan moves on. At last. We are leaving, it maybe a mess,maybe that was inevitable now lets clear up the mess, shape the agreement to suit a real world rather than t,he negotiating table. And a new reality will become norm, political temperatures will hopefully subside and we can just get on with it.
In the mean time the amount of nonsense talked,the posturing, the bloody shirt waving has not done our political class any favours. Though in truth they had few left.
It could be that May has won another battle but loses the war, That’s show business,baby. What she has always been good at is winning one horse races, so far on the UK political scene she still seems to be in such a race.
Whatever, Octavia Rose has been chosen to represent her school, Delilah Belle is almost walking and Arthur Albert had a good night. Ain’t life grand.