As one of the most 'boring-snoring' politicians of recent history, the oddity is that as time goes on Mrs. May becomes ever more fascinating and elusive. 'They seek her here, they seek her there, they seek mysterious Mrs. May everywhere'! I have expressed some harsh opinions concerning the lady in the past but gradually I have begun to refrain by reminding myself constantly that I haven't a clue what's going on. Nor does her cabinet, I suspect, let alone the 'Europrats', and certainly not 'The Donald' who, with his massive American egocentricity (for which I don't blame him!), couldn't give a flying fig what Mrs. May is really like.
To find out the truth of what she is up to - assuming she is actually up to anything rather than just making it up as she goes along - we will, alas, have to wait for the history books to be written - "I should live so long my life already!" At one extreme we can believe that she really is "as thick as six short Gurkhas" but, on the other hand, we should remind ourselves that she is hardly surrounded by the keenest brains in Britain. In fact, she is beset on all sides by ambitious, conniving, dim-witted dolts most of whom whom would have considerable difficulty finding their way out of a paper bag! Alas, she knows better than anyone, that somehow, in someway, she has to keep this bunch of squabbling ratbags together because the dread alternative is waiting patiently in the wings whilst he brushes up on his Marxist studies.
The only good thing - well, sort of 'good' - is that with the Brexit locomotive rattling down the rails then, "that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it" and the sooner the better, say I! Then and only then will we have a true measure of the lady.