Cheap flights are a wonder of the modern age. We can't afford them any more

I spoke last week to a woman who has been dealing with this for most of her adult life. She was not angry, which surprised me. She was tired. "I stopped expecting anyone to fix it," she told me. "Now I just want them to stop pretending they are going to."

None of this is inevitable. Other countries have faced the same choices and made different ones, not always successfully, but at least with the honesty to admit that a choice was being made. That honesty is what we are missing.

We have built a system that is very good at explaining why nothing can be done, and very bad at doing anything

So here is a modest proposal. Instead of another review, another consultation, another carefully worded statement that commits to nothing, let us try something. Let it be small. Let it be imperfect. But let it be real, and let us be honest about what happens when we try.

Because the alternative is what we have now: a slow drift, punctuated by outrage, followed by silence. And the silence, in the end, is the part that does the most damage.

The alternative

I do not pretend to have all the answers. But I am increasingly certain that we are not even asking the right questions, and that until we do, the answers we get will keep disappointing us.

There is a particular kind of silence that falls over a room when somebody says something obviously true that nobody else has been willing to say. I have been in a lot of those rooms lately.