The last time Scotland decided in 1979, my parents took the boys off to Killiecrankie for a day out; sunny, hot and a million miles from the furore that I can't remember there being of the day.

So fast forward 35 years, and I'm spending referendum day again with my parents, this time with my children too.

This is #1 son's long overdue birthday treat, the one they want to ease their guilt at not showing at his birthday with less than 24 hours by suddenly going to Orkney presumably after they found out that at the very least G and potentially S were going to be there too. They asked where he'd like to go, I asked him, he said East Links at Dunbar, they moaned about the distance, I said well if you wanted to take him somewhere you wanted to go, you then have to offer him that, not give it to him to decide then bitch about it..!

And then having cancelled and rearranged twice more with feeble excuses, it was with some dismay the old man called me at 9.30 on Wednesday evening to say they may be late, depending on the insurance assessors report. I got a distinct wiff of getting the excuse in early.

So, I went to collect the boys at 8, a feat that required UN calibre negotiations to finalise. And we got G, savoured the atmosphere outside McDonald Road library before voting at my polling station in the 'hood; very upbeat, lively, and everyone getting a flavour of the occasion.

Then to East Lothian, and surprisingly the folks arrived within 2 minutes of us; at the appointed hour.

They offered little re: G's inclusion in the day; and eventually engaged with her as the day wore on, but really.... This is my life, get over it.

The guys had an amazing time, a good mixture of animals and play stuff; they ripped the place up for 5 hours and were thoroughly exhausted when we left; 2 of the 3 asleep by East Linton...

All back to mine, fed them and then ran G across town home before I put the boys to bed here and then poured wine to await the inevitable bad news......