When the first results came through — I think it was Newcastle — it was plain what was going to happen.

I went to bed and tried to sleep. I came down again at about 3.30am.  Leave was ahead.

Sometime round about half past eight, we watched David Cameron resign.

Then Mark Carney – suave Canadian banker – tried to reassure the “markets”. “We have made contingency plans”.

Maureen went shopping.

She said: “I saw an obese man at the fish counter in a motorised wheelchair with a Union Jack on the side.  He defines our future now.”

At about 10 o’clock this morning, a couple we don’t know very well stopped their car outside our house and came to the door. They must have seen the Remain poster on our window. He said: “We’re stunned. They are taking away our European citizenship. We just felt we had to go out…somewhere, anywhere.”

“Nowhere”, his wife said.

Maureen asked them in for coffee.

Later Maureen said:

“It’s like waking up to find a stranger in your room. He says: “You do not know me but I am here, and I am here to stay…”