SO, in the end the Scots decided to stay put and opted against taking the high road to run their own affairs north of the border.
For something as simple as putting an X in the box next to either a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, there was an awful lot of debate and political posturing about how complicated the Scotland Referendum could be.
All the way through the campaign, we were told the vote could go either way.
I tried to follow it as best I could by watching the various debates and reading the papers, but there were too many questions that weren’t answered for me.
Was it like a normal polling day, where you were given two choices on your voting slip?
Did people put in X in the box for ‘yes’, with ‘no’ as their second choice?
It was a historic vote which could have changed the way we live, and all the pros and cons of the outcomes were drilled into us in the final few days of campaigning in a bid to sway the electorate.
In a nutshell, the ‘yes’ campaigners got a resounding ‘no,’ with the ‘no’ campaigners getting all the yesses.
Or something like that.
A Scottish pal of mine wasn’t bothered about it either way, and said they could “stick the referendum where the sun don’t shine”.
When I woke up on Friday morning, nothing had changed and it was business as usual regardless of which side of the border we lived on.
Hadrian’s Wall hadn’t been rebuilt overnight to stop maruading Scotsmen with their faces painted blue heading towards us shouting: “Frrrreeeeedddddom”.
We wouldn’t need to take our passports with us the next time we ventured north of Berwick, and while the currency is staying the same as far as I’m aware they’ll still be allowed to keep their own fivers and tenners.
Andy Murray will still be Scottish for 50 weeks of the year - obviously he’s British during Wimbledon fortnight - and the Scotland footballers will still battle hard and fight for their nation without ever qualifying for a major tournament.
I had half-expected the Scots to vote to go it alone, they are a proud nation, but they’ve never liked the fact that they’re clagged onto the top of us.
They’re like one of those neighbours who you don’t see for ages, but all of a sudden they’ll knock when they want a cup of sugar or to borrow your lawnmower.