As a semi-Jock myself, I suspect that their hearts will win over what passes for their brains and they will, just, vote for separation, or if they don't, it will be such a close run thing that we will probably have to go through it all again in another five years - dread thought! But then, as many of you know, my forecasting record does not bear close scrutiny.
For what it's worth, my heart is entirely in sentimental favour of continued union even though they're a moaning, groaning bunch of 'MacWhingers'. I know it's soppy but you only have to hear the sound of the pipes and think back to the history of shared triumphs - as well as the shared disasters! - and suddenly, like losing a nagging wife, you realize that, dammit, you miss her.
Even so, my English head tells me that there could be some advantages. I don't actually care if England ends up a diminished power on the global scene. To paraphrase, we have 'strutted and fretted our fateful hour upon the stage' and now it's time to exit, to lick our wounds, let others go to the devil by which ever route they care to take but above all to concentrate on ourselves! I was delighted to read Jeremy Warner's article in The Telegraph today in which he admits that it will be a messy divorce but for England, in the long term, there could be some considerable advantages. I lack the time to precis it for you so read it yourselves.
As for my domestic dramas, I am delighted to tell you that I was exceedingly brave and frighfully stiff upper-lipped, remembering at all times that I was British and I bore it all with the sort of courage you would expect of me. Sorry, what was that? How's the Memsahib? Oh, she's alright, tucked up in the equivalent of 5-star hotel with hot and cold running nurses and doctors and meals from a menu that would grace the Dorchester! So it's me you need to worry about coming home to a cold house and having to reheat a frozen chicken casserole the Memsahib had made earlier as she hobbled round the kitchen. Yes, I know, you feel my pain . . .
