This morning we have awoken to a new Europe. Overhearing our discussions at dawn over the glow of an iPad, two little girls rushed into our bedroom this morning at 7.05am. Two innocent pairs of eyes worried about something they could scarcely understand, worried that we could no longer live in France, worried for a future they know nothing about.
“Mama what’s going to happen to us?”
We reassured them that everything will be fine, because that’s what parents do.
Izzi, our eldest daughter phoned from London where she is working as an intern for two weeks, scared and worried, wanting some family reassurance.
Our two teenagers, who have finished school for the year, sat at the breakfast table; long periods of silence were punctuated with urgent questions.
“Oh England, what have we done?”
It’s a question that is going around and around my brain this morning. Who knows where this will lead and what will happen.
The only thing I know for sure is whilst I am British, I am also extremely proud to be a European and very happy to call France my home, to have so many French people as friends, and we really do appreciate the welcome they give anyone who visits their country.