I realised the other day that I now live in a third country. The birthday card I had sent to my sister in Germany got stuck in customs, and not only arrived 5 days late (despite my sending it 10 days early to account for Brexit!) but had also been opened and the €100 I had put in had been stolen. I realised then that this is now the reality. Things aren’t going to be as before as this island has cut itself off and is adrift.
A good illustration of how and why I now live in a third country is below. The UK’s Brexit strategy has led to it being isolated from the countries around it, floating around in an unhinged manner. This is our reality now. Cut off and flailing.