I had the day off work and was staying at my parents’ house. I remember my mum had a Vote Remain poster in the window. I’d stayed up late enough the previous night to know that things were going very badly, but I still felt shellshocked by the final result.

For at least the next few days, there was a total sense of loss and mourning pervading my friends and family. I remember this being punctured briefly by a lot of anger at an idiotic comment by one friend on the group WhatsApp late that morning, who took the opportunity to announce to us all that although she voted Remain, enough time had passed (this was maybe 4 or 5 hours after the final result!) that we should all now just accept the outcome and welcome our new Brexiter masters - total failure to humanly understand how people experience loss, or how democratic politics works. If the other side wins one election, that doesn’t mean you have to just stop believing in all the causes you believe in…