Our patience with UK on Border has run out
In an ideal world, you might reconcile disputes with soft words and tact; unfortunately, in relations between Britain and Ireland, there is always a moment when someone spits on their hands, hoists a flag, and babies and bathwater fly. We have arrived at just such a moment on Brexit. We probably arrived at it five minutes after Theresa May agreed her deal with the DUP to stay in power. But there was fog in the communications channel.
Irish ministers and diplomats appealed for clarity on the issue of the Border. They were stonewalled with woolly assurances that there would be no return to a hard Border.
It would be: seamless, fluid, agreed. Yesterday, the Taoiseach and Foreign Minister called a halt to the phoney war. We have reached the beginning of the end when it comes to being patient about what the UK plans to do next.