I didn't take this seriously enough.
I didn't think for a moment, we would leave.
And we haven't left, yet.
I was ashamed to go into my local coffee shop today.
And be served by someone I felt I'd failed to serve.
We spoke about the weather.
Wordless on the other thing.
A geopolitical breakdown, creating differences where there aren't any.
For the first time in my life, I don't feel safe in my own country.
But I'm not the only one.
The economy is always the first to respond to uncertainty.
And the most significant conflicts of our time have been set against a backdrop of economic insecurity.
And rhetorical leadership.
And disenfranchised patriotism.
I'm not trying to cause alarm.
But it isn't not alarming.
Leave campaigners sneer at fear-mongering.
It's not fear.
Not everyone who voted to leave is 'a racist'.
Constructive debate rarely begins with name-calling.
But the instruments of influence reek of xenophobia.
And now the UKIP pack feel empowered, emboldened.
It's given them a taste for triumph.
They won't stop there.
You can't blame the voters.
Many 'brexiters' are already regretting it.
You don't know what you've got, until it's gone, they say.
Until you've plunged into economic and civil crisis and severed all ties with those that would help you escape it.
There is a stirring, an undercurrent.
No one knows what's going to happen next.
Not the people who write articles like this one.
Not the people you spar with on Facebook.
Not even the actual experts.
Not because they're (all) ill-informed.
Because this has never happened before.
It might not be all that bad, in the end.
It might turn out all right.
Have a nice cup of tea, England.
You're going to need it.