Brexit ruined our social lives. Can we now kiss and make up?

Brexit spoilt our social lives for three and a half years. I was in Austria in a house party of 20 Britons when the result came through. Sixteen of us had voted Remain (three while ‘holding their noses’) and four had voted Leave. The Leave voters stayed silent while the rest of us raged about the stupidity of the voting public. One of the party got busy cancelling a long-planned canal-boat trip with a lifelong friend who she knew had voted Leave. She suddenly couldn’t face sleeping in close proximity to him.

In London, protest marches were being organised and it was considered very bad form if, as a Remainer, you failed to turn up and be counted. And in Wiltshire one neighbour who already boasted of having two address books to consult when planning dinner parties — one for people who only wanted to talk about horses and one for people who could talk about other topics as well as horses — now had to implement two more sub-categories: Brexit and Remain voters.