It could be Boris. It could be Jeremy. Or it could be England.
Either way, we’ll know by the end of the month. And we could be in for a summer of rejoicing (if it is the England women) or a season of hand-wringing longing for the past (if it’s either of the other two would-be Prime Ministers).
Me? I’ve almost lost interest, now that the Maybot has gone. Of course, she’ll still be with us as an MP, which is true, until we have a general election.
Then we will see who is the real winner.
It seems a long time but, at last, she is going. Or, by the time you read this, she may have gone.
Who comes next is still anyone’s guess. It could be any one of more than half-a-dozen. The Tory party seems to be in that much disarray.
Ah, well. We shall know soon enough. But that’s not really soon enough for me. I’d like to know now, so as to end all the uncertainty. After all, we don’t really know who will be Prime Minister through 2020 and beyond. And business, as well as everyone else, would like to know.
Is it too much to ask?
