After that interminable election campaign, which seemed to go on for an eternity, there is silence. It is as though the country is now living inside a particularly dreary adaptation of ’Twas the Night Before Christmas. “When all through the House, Not a creature was stirring, not even a … Winston.”
We should be grateful. After all the robot-tickling, goat-milking, dressing up as pirates and getting about in pink buses that went on during the campaign, the nonsense is finally over. Thank goodness.
And now … nothing. Should we be grateful? Sort of. But then we’d also kind of like to know what’s going on behind closed doors. Instead, we have to wait until the special
