Emma Beddington’s article (I am finally French, after years of longing, 15 January) reminds me of my romantic 20-year-old self before I came to actually live and work in France in 1991. Thirty-two years later, the romance has pretty much gone out the fenêtre.
As a French civil servant since 1996, it took me more than two years to obtain the French nationality that I was obliged to apply for due to Brexit. My employer, the French government, stated at the time that British nationals would lose their civil servant status, and tenure, once Brexit passed. I spent a terrible six months thinking I may have to uproot to the UK with my teenage (French) children, and be forced to start a new life aged 50.
