Well, here we are.
After two years of tense and seemingly largely stagnating negotiations with Brussels, the UK and the EU are supposed to be near a deal. Although there won’t be one tonight, when Dominic Raab returns next week or during the summit on Wednesday or even before then, we may be in the situation that diplomats and mandarins in both Brussels and Whitehall have craved for months. A deal. It might not be the deal many ideologues on both sides wanted, but it will be deal nonetheless. Of course, if something goes catastrophically wrong and the sides cannot agree on key points of legislation then we could be heading for the no-deal scenario so detested and feared by many ‘scaremongers.’
However, the mood in Westminster is now more confident of a deal than it was a month ago, when the planning and medical rationing was undertaken. Many people in Britain now feel like Graham Norton, who joked last week that this Brexit situation was like when you casually remark about being hungry enough to eat off your leg, and then actually go and do it. However bad the decision may be, let’s just do it and get all of this over with. If a deal is reached, be it this week or in December, a palpable collective sigh of relief will be heard through all of Westminster, and indeed the country. Finally, politicians may start to talk about something different, instead of being fixated on the one issue of the day. Theresa May could well be hastily removed from power, and a fresher, more youthful and energetic face brought in. We shall see. What matters at the moment is that an agreement reached between the UK and Brussels, however fudged, added to Canada, divided by Chequers, multiplied by Norway or whatever, would be an improvement on the ideology and identity politics we have right now.
Gerry can’t wait…