Ever since the Brexit referendum three years ago, my British pensions have been melting away (“Fucking Brexit,” November 27, 2018). The tumbling exchange rate between the pound sterling and the euro has been worrying me ever more. The last few months, I have been hoarding money, which I take out of my British account whenever the exchange rate appears to be favorable (“Fucking Brexit, Again,” March 15, 2019). Theresa May’s third and last failure to get her deal with the European Union through the cantankerous British Parliament last week only adds to my concerns. Now she is asking the Union for another extension of the Brexit deadline, but the outcome is far from certain. By now, most of the European leaders have had their fill with British dilly-dallying. The way things stand at the moment, Britain may well crash out of the Union next week. What will happen with my pensions? What will happen with the pound? The trouble is that there can be no meaningful answers to these questions at this juncture. Only time will tell, as the insipid expression goes. And it may take months, if not years.