Compromise

Ok, I'm getting a bit cynical on this whole Brexit debate...

Once upon a time there was a family that happened to run a country.

"Let's go for a walk along the north bank of the river. It's just down the road," said David. 
"No", said Boris, "Let's cross the river and go for a walk along the south bank."
"I insist we compromise," said Theresa, "and walk down the middle."

Two years later, having discovered that the compromise plan did not involve walking on top of the water after all, the country looked bemusedly at the assorted wetsuits, oxygen tanks, and weighted shoes they were being asked to wear to keep themselves on the firm bed of the river for their walk.

"Theresa," piped up one from the back, "I'm wondering if this might not be the best idea? I don't even have a diving mask and won't be able to see underwater."

"Oh for goodness sakes," replied Theresa. "You said you wanted to go for a walk, so we're going. Stop shilly-shallying, jump in, and I promise Michel will turn on your oxygen tank after you're underwater."