Brexit. A two-syllable word, an idea and a brand that didn’t even exist a few years ago has come to dominate our daily thoughts, discussions and emotions. We’re sick to death of thinking and talking about Brexit, yet also can’t tear ourselves away from the morbid theatre of the proceedings inside the House of Commons, the so-called mother of parliaments.

March 29th 2019 is the date it’s all meant to happen, although whether the Union Jack flag is actually lowered ceremonially in Brussels at midnight, whether the preppers and stockpilers will have to crack open their monster-sized tins of baked beans once the ferries stop docking at Dover, is anyone’s guess ...