What a difference the absence of a clear majority makes.
A few weeks ago, when the Tories believed they would win an election landslide, David Davis told me on Peston on Sunday that the "row of the summer" would be his opposition to the EU's desire to negotiate money we owe, the rights of migrants and Ireland's borders before talking about a trade deal.
Today, the Brexit secretary became the pussycat of the summer - in the eyes of Brussels - as he declared his pleasure that Brexit negotiations would indeed be in the sequence desired by the rest of the EU.
He caved without a row, simply because there are only so many fights a weakened minority government can pick.
Similarly, if you are wondering why May's pact with Northern Ireland's DUP hasn't been announced, it's not because the deal to prop up her government has not been agreed.
It was done and dusted last week, as I told you then.
The delay is partly because of an internal DUP row about how to present the deal, essentially whether their leader Arlene Foster should have a press conference with the PM, and what she would say.
The thing is that DUP MPs and members of Northern Ireland's assembly are split on how conspicuously to be seen as the tail-wagging the Tory dog.
And they are also nervous - I am told - about propping up May tomorrow, which is a possible day for the deal to be announced, only to be humiliated if her Queen's Speech is received like a plate of cold sick and she quits the next day.
So 10 DUP MPs have the might of 318 Tories, appaz.
Oh, and then there is the minor matter of the Chancellor trying to remake in public the pillars of her cherished Brexit strategy - with total impunity.
It's almost as if, by claiming to be strong and stable as frequently and repetitively she did, she's cursed herself to be the opposite.
Hubris, thy name could be May?