One last post I'm afraid 
I thought about what to write but in the end I've decided to share a conversation that I had with one of the kids today.
I was doing a litter-pick when I saw her, a wee girl with a blazer full of yes badges, relentlessly doing whatever it is that people do on their iPhones.
"So are we going to win?" I asked her.
"I hope so", she replied with a smile.
"Listen if it all goes wrong don't get too down. Thirty-five years ago I was at university in England, on the day of our first referendum. I wasn't so decided in those days but I got so hacked-off at the papers and what people were saying that I hitched home so that I could vote. I made it with minutes to spare.
"We lost that day, we've lost many times, to even be here is something that I never expected to see. I hope that you won't have to have this conversation with a version of you where you are me. But if you do, remember the hope, remember that we want the world to be better and that we have a plan.
"Maybe the struggle is the thing?"
She looked at me a bit oddly, as if I might be mad.
"Let's just win." She said.
My country is healthy it seems.
