The only answer is to go up to the battlements and look again to the West where, as in the best stories, the traduced brother sit in lonely exile. When will he come? Will he be dressed as Batman or as Superman? Will he be wearing lycra or leather? The last question at least is best left to those who enjoy fantisizing about such matters.
We are only looking like a country forced into muddied and muddled coalitions because none of our leaders is good enough for us to vote for them. And the one-that is can't, in any circumstance, win other than in coalition. Sturgeon is cleaning the u-bend. It should be whistle-clean by the time Boris and Dave step up.