Some one once said (not from these shores) that being born British was to win the lottery of life.
Not English, Welsh, NI or Scots. British.
I am British - I am proud to have a British Passport. i travel an awful awful lot and as I fly back over these Islands - i look out the window and see the mountains, the green and the small towns and think - there is nowhere, nowhere on Earth quite so varied, so green, so unique and so utterly utterly British. I then hoik my British passport out of my bag and think - is it that broken? You want to tear apart hundreds of years, generations to do what exactly?
No - I would rather make this house, our home, better, stronger with us all than by moving into the shed, and a metaphoric - 'that'l show em,".
Scotland will be missed, I will miss it - i will have to leave for my work and that saddens me.
A while ago, it was late last night I said that we would be throwing away our birthright for a mess of pottage. Forget the economic downsides - they are huge. This is about family. And i don't want my family broken up because of a mid life crisis.