Failure acknowledged, but what have we learned?

News came this morning of Theresa May's resignation as Prime Minister. This was bound to happen, given the multiple rejections of the deal with the EU negotiated by her government team. She put her heart and soul into efforts to persuade Parliament that it's the only deal possible, but all this did was reveal the depths of intransigence and divisions among parliamentarians throughout the House. This has been coming for weeks, and the media hasn't been slow to speculate already about candidates to succeed her. 

As soon as her speech was over, as tributes from political leaders to her time in office were issued, the clamour of speculation about her successor soon overshadowed all else. The name of media darling Boris Johnston as most popular candidate was predominant. It feels as if the BBC and some sections of the press are lobbying on his behalf. Or is this just a public schoolboy journalism game to set someone in a pedestal in order the try and knock them off it?

Britain's social, cultural and ideological divisions have been exposed by the brexit affair. It's clear the Conservative and Labour parties will suffer badly in the European elections from the inability to reach a consensus or compromise in shaping relationships with the E.C. The political middle ground  has been laid waste by failures which are not entirely the fault of Parliamentarians. The constant clamour and pressure from news media commentariat and the demand for instant reaction to every question thrust upon them creates an unhealthy environment for reasoned discussion and reflection by our elected representatives. It takes time to come to a common mind. More time than politicians may get these days.

Clare had an in-service training session during the day, leaving me to fend for myself, as she had to leave early. It gave me the chance to try a day with a loose dressing instead of the usual plaster, after a night without one. The wound is at last becoming as manageable as it was just before the second round of surgery, and this makes it possible for me to manage on my own. I went into town to take photos of the last phase of the St David's House demolition, then walked home through the fields of Bute Park up to Blackweir. There's still about 20 metres of the building standing, and scaffolders were at work again dismantling another section of the screen behind which the penultimate bay of the old building is being torn down. I should think the remnants of the building will be levelled by this time next week.