A daunting delivery

It's been nine months now since that morning at the end of June when we were jolted awake by the news that the thing had been conceived. It came as a shock to many of us here in Spain, but others supported the creation; there was no question of abortion and the gestation period was accepted. The parents, having done the deed with or without intention, took a step backwards, leaving others to guide the project through to a successful birth.

At times it seemed that the thing, which had long before its creation been named Brexit, wasn't developing as it ought. Many complained there was little sign of progress, that no clues had been provided about what the thing was going to look like, or even what people wanted it to look like. Some even expressed signs of regret at helping to create what could turn out to be a monster, while others were confident that whatever happened it was going to restore the country to its former glory, a saviour for Great Britain.

Responsibility for this unknown thing in the making was assumed by an adoptive mother, who, despite initially not approving of the concept, bravely took it on to nurture as her own.

The thing had not yet been born but already had fierce enemies and was going to need protecting valiantly. An entourage of guardians was set up and a plan to keep the thing as they wanted it was outlined. Meanwhile crowds took to the streets to call for a last-minute interruption before time was up.

Finally, on Wednesday, after nine months, the thing was delivered, as convention stipulates, into the hands of its enemies. Still only a series of proposals drawn up by its guardians, the thing's features are yet to be defined and there could be another two years of painful labour ahead.

Whether it turns out to be a monster or a saviour depends on the stage of the process that starts now.

Some don't expect to be affected while others consider a plan of action to escape its effects, but Brexit is out in the open.