I feel sad and a bit hopeless, so budge up.
I don't feel I know my 'fellow Brits' any more. And this has, to an extent, made me a less-nice person, to the extent that if someone I know voted Leave, at work, asks me for a shift swap, I go, No, sorry, I can't. I just don't want to engage with them.
I have also be forced, by the evidence, to change my opinion of Gove as Education secretary. My eldest was caught up in the first tranche of 'no coursework mark' GCSEs, untested, unpiloted. My second in the untested, unpiloted 1-9 GCSEs (Maths and Eng).
However, though Gove methodology was as farcical as you'd expect from a Tory, he did identify the shite levels of state education in much of Britain, and did something, albeit not necessarily the right thing about it.
You only need to spend 5 soul destroying minutes on a Brexit FB page to realise what Remain were up against. But I honestly, wrongly thought is was a self-evident truth that being in the EU, though not perfect, was obviously to our advantage; I had reckoned without the sheer (tries to select right word) gullibility and manipulability of so many people who just didn't have the critical thinking skill to realise their predicament was the result of years of Right wing neglect, not the EU. Close to home, looking at you, Cornwall.
The nail in the coffin for me was how many people googled 'What is the EU?' -on June 24th. I mean, how thick do you need to be?
Anyway, I guess it has 'allowed' me to act far more selfishly, looking after my own, safe in the knowledge 52% of voters did the same. This is new for me.
Thankfully we are all dual citizens, but of Australia, not the EU, but me and the DSs really aren't Australian, we're British and European.
Sorry this is all a bit 'nasty', I will 'move on' (it does feel oddly like 'the stages of grief', if I'm honest!) but our retirement plans (villa in Spain)- gone; or long term motor-homing through Europe- pretty much gone; DS's desire to do Erasmus at a Design Uni in Copenhagen - gone; all my lovely, capable EU NHS colleagues- gone; (replaced by many who admit they bought qualifications...); but probably the biggie, DH's job. He's 60. His company won't be going through the hassle of work permits for him as they relocate their HQ to France.
It's all feeling a bit hopeless at the moment.