Brexited but not worried any more!

After an 18-month wait and various vicissitudes reminiscent of the film "Green card" (a police visit to the house to check his pyjama was under the pillow in the same bed as mine, an individual interview in Marseille to check he knew my mother’s maiden name and our daughters' dates of birth (he did not...), several cancellations of meetings due to travel, our move and finally Covid), Sandy finally got the paperwork saying he is French today. 
Now he has to wait another six weeks to get an appointment at the mairie to apply for an ID card and another 6 weeks at least for it to be issued. He can however already vote for the local elections in two weeks. 

Vive la France!