I am gutted, I wanted them to go.
Up until this reforerendum I always loved them like a brother from another mother and did not think of them as foreign, just a bit more stabby with an abrasive accent.
But now I am building a genuine resentment of all things scottish (except west highland terriers, everyone loves a westie).
To the point I would even support France fervently over Scotland in all competitions sporting.
My only consolation is the that all the wingeing yes campaigners did not get their way and will be crying into their porridge.
(If the yes vote actually wins the day my greatest sadness will be the loss of the union flag but will be exited about what we will do with all our spare cash now we don’t have to support them.)