Earlier this week, May and Juncker met again for dinner, this time in Brussels. But now everything was quite different. May did not talk herself up, she begged for help. She talked about the risk she had recently put herself at when she gave up the hard Brexit course, asking the EU for a transitional period of two years, in which everything is going to remain the same. She reminded him that she had moved on the delicate issue of finances. And she told him that, at home, friends and enemies are breathing down her neck, waiting for her to fall. She had no room for manoeuvre, said May — so the Europeans would have to make it for her.
Theresa May seemed anxious to the President of the Commission, despondent and discouraged. A woman who hardly dares trust anybody, but is not ready for an act of liberation either. May’s facial expressions and appearance spoke volumes — that’s how Juncker later described it to his colleagues. Everyone can see it: the Prime Minister is drawn from the struggle within her own party. She has deep circles under her eyes. She looks like someone who does not sleep for nights on end. She rarely laughs, though clearly, she has to for the photographers. But it looks forced. Previously, May could literally pour out laughter — her whole body shaking. Now she has to use her utmost strength to avoid losing her composure.