The toll of Covid-19 is -terrifying: 50,000 lives and rising.
Hopes of a vital Brexit trade deal are going down the -plughole, and there is civil war in Downing Street.
What a mess. To cap it all, the country is coming apart at the seams.
Boris Johnson has shrunk to Prime Minister of England as Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland go their own way in the pandemic.
I never thought I’d see the day when a little-known -clarinettist, Professor Mark Drakeford, would ban me, a UK citizen, from visiting a part of the United Kingdom.
But that’s what the Prif Weinidog – First Minister of Wales – has done, ordering the English to stay behind Offa’sDyke.
Nanny Nicola Sturgeon hasn’t gone quite that far, but only because she’s too busy exploiting the Covid crisis to hasten Scottish independence.
Politicians in these constituent parts of the kingdom talk pompously of their “nation”, and demand parity of esteem with the UK -government.
Nonsense. None of them has a bigger population than Yorkshire, and economically they’re all inconsequential beside London.
But the chaos in Downing Street opened up a golden opportunity to stake their claim for greater home rule, and they seized it.
Can we go back to the status quo? I doubt it. The nationalist genie is out of the lamp, and barmy Boris was responsible for rubbing it.
Opinion polls north of the border average 54% in favour of -independence. Elections next May could hand the SNP an overall majority in the Holyrood parliament, triggering demands for another independence referendum.
Bumbling Bojo’s only hope is that a Covid vaccine, bought by a UK -government and largely paid for by English taxpayers, will pull the propaganda rug from under Nanny Nicola.
Failing that, the United Kingdom he says he loves so much faces disintegration.