Well, Nige, you and I should be in bed really (two singles OK with you?), but tomorrow I'll explain how I can say I believe yet not do belief. If I can be arsed. It'll only be you who's bothered, but I'm nice like that. In the meantime, perhaps you'd care to address the fact that your head is apparently permanently situated in any cumulus congestus that happens to be passing your way apropos of the nitty-gritty of the brexit future that you are so lovingly clinging on to. Nighty night.