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With the referendum tomorrow, and in my case the article in the Daily Mail (see here in case you have missed it: emotions seem to be running at an all-time high.


What is going on? Where has the legendary ‘stiff upper lip’ gone? Why has everybody taken up such entrenched positions?

Whatever the result of the referendum, I will still bring my children to school on Friday. I will continue to do my grocery shopping, and to go to work. Life will go on, one way or the other. Am I also allowed to say that it’s OK (and actually quite healthy) to disagree? In short, I think that it is time to put things into perspective, try a little kindness, and move on…

Never before had I seen the British society so polarised. The referendum campaign ended up turning quite nasty, and it all culminated with the brutal death of Jo Cox, which shocked the whole world. Enough with the outpouring of hate please.

It’s also fair to say that trolls are having a field day. Over the last few weeks, I have had far too many comments on the way I look, the way I write, and so on, and so forth. And let’s not talk about the comments telling me that I needed to go back to France if I didn’t like it here. For the record: I am British. Yes, I made a conscious choice of staying. End of.

Maybe I am just having a bad week: an acquaintance of mine commented yesterday on the fact that running a half marathon was easy for me because I trained so much (Do I? Really?). Well, here is a newsflash for you: there are no easy races. I couldn’t believe it. I was about to give her a piece of my mind but decided against it. It wasn’t worth it. See, I am not British for nothing, after all. I shut up, and went back to my training.

In short, it just never stops. When did we stop respecting each other? I am starting to wonder. Where did we all go wrong? It’s time to change, go back to basics, and be nicer. Let’s call it a post-referendum resolution.

I have therefore tried to be nicer, and kinder. No later than this morning, I said a resounding ‘Good Morning’ to the guy on the other side of the street. I see him most days when I leave the house to start the school run. Suffice to say, it didn’t go down very well. he looked at me in a very weird way and crossed the street to go as far as possible from me. I believe that I might have scared him. Go figure.

Maybe some things are not meant to change. What a depressing thought! What do you think? Why don’t we try a little kindness?