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.