…Or is it just me that sees a massive void between what England wants (and has every right to want) and what Scotland wants (and equally, has every right to want).
It kind reminds me of a couple I once knew. Let’s call them Scott and Angela. It’s not their names but I’m sure you can see where I got the ideas…
He was a lively fun loving guy who always wanted to go out; she was rather less outgoing and loved to stay in and watch tv.
He wanted to spend money on a really cool sporty car; she wanted a smaller car and the house completely renovated.
He wanted to go to on holiday to a fun resort in Spain and party; she preferred to go hill walking in Switzerland.
He wanted to gravel/pave the garden to minimise maintenance; she wanted to landscape it.
He didn’t want kids till he was a lot older; she wanted them now.
To begin with they compromised a bit. One year they’d go to a lively resort, which she hated; the next they’d go walking and he was plum miserable all fortnight. They bought a middle of the road car that neither of them really liked, and remodelled the lounge only. They put a lawn in the garden and argued about cutting it. He went out while she stayed in three or four evenings a week. And they never had kids, which she regretted.
Needless to say, this wasn’t a marriage made in heaven and, not surprisingly, although they loved each other, after a few years they split up.
After they sorted out who was taking what and got themselves installed in their new homes they went back to being friends and had the occasional meal out together, or weekend away.
At least there was some come and go in their marriage, but, as the illustration below shows, with our “marriage”, there isn’t.
So here’s a wee suggestion for the Britains… you might like to try a friendly, no-blame divorce, coz really I can’t see this working out.