Despite two years of tough negotiation the nation finds itself broken, hungry, skint and scared.
The cost of our dairy and meat products have surged. It's very expensive to remain vegetarian. The price of a carrot is now 90p. There has been no asparagus in the shops at all. An iceberg lettuce is a relic from 2016, never to adorn a prawn cocktail ever again. Prawns are as rare as hen's teeth anyway so maybe that's not too much of a problem.
Our cattle have suffered a catastrophe as there are no vets to inoculate them or treat them when ill.
The fruit available is well and truly manky as the pickers went home leaving the maggots to raid the fruit bowl of the land.
A cheap flight to Portugal now costs an average of £999 return but no-one is going on holiday as there is no healthcare provision should they fall ill. (And the foreigners hate us)
Everyone knows someone who has had their personal data hacked- the tech industry is in technical meltdown.
Canary Wharf stands eerily silent as the bankers have fled tatty London Town.
The deficit which has always been huge is now humongous as Davis got bored negotiating and gave out a £100 billion bung.
There have been near riots at the school gates as parents refuse to kit their kids out in the required school uniform which has soared in price since the long lost days of cheap imported clothes. Long gone are the days of a uniform to last a term- we are back to the days of trousers and skirts 'that will last.' Back to the days of very long sleeves, very long skirts and very long trousers, providing 'growing room.'
The joy of going out to dinner has gone completely, well unless a curry or a Chinese is your thing, then you are laughing.
German beer and French wine are off the shelves, no-one can afford such luxuries.
The English vineyards suffered a major setback following two years of appalling weather.
Can't really blame that on Brexit.
But I think I will.