Passport to nowhere: I went to bed in Britain and I awoke in a strange land

THE night of the Brexit referendum, I go to bed with an unfamiliar sense of trepidation. Dread, almost. What if they actually do it? Naaah.

They’d never be that stupid. Would they? (My bed is located on the south coast of England — if it were in another EU country, I would be fast asleep, dreaming of unicorns). At 4am, I wake up. It’s just getting light.

They had said they’d have known by then. Dare I check my phone? A friend, breastfeeding in the middle of the night, has sent a message: “I think we’re in trouble.”