As the months go by, it becomes increasingly uncomfortable to say that you are British if you have the privilege of living in Europe. So much of what is happening in the UK at the moment, in particular the consequences of the latest election and the handling of Brexit, simply beggar belief.

This week has also seen Theresa May literally purchase a tiny minority in the House of Commons for the sum of one billion pounds Sterling. And yes, she has given this money to a group of nationalistic, misogynistic, homophobic dinosaurs known as the DUP .

If I ever needed conclusive evidence, as I wrote in this blog a few months ago, that the UK is not really a democracy, then here we have it.

True democracy, irrespective of the precise details of its format, is of such a high value that it cannot be bought. It requires lengthy dialogue, diplomacy, exhaustive dialectic, a humble willingness to compromise, cultural understanding and a sensitivity to linguistic subtleties.

Oh dear, Mrs May, it seems that you know the price of everything and the value of nothing. Along with the rest of us Europeans, I do hope your days are numbered.