This kind of crap hits home because I remember the years of stress after Brexit, in working out what we’d do as a family. When time and time again, my Icelandic wife fell through the cracks. The thousands we spent on legal fees. (Our lawyer was ace though.) The bureaucracy. The local library displaying Mein Kampf prominently next to where foreigners had to supply biometric data. The almost performative cruelty of the system. The absurd twists of the knife from the Home Office. Tear it all down.
