I would generally echo this.
I do live out in the country, but so far the only real vitriol I've experienced post-Brexit is on here, on Facebook, and on other social media. Strangely nearly all of these carry some degree of anonymity, which I fear lets people say things online that they would never say face-to-face.
It will be interesting to visit London tomorrow and see how things are there, but out here in the countryside you'd barely know there had been a referendum. Would that were true.
What seems to have happened is that, as with many such issues, some strongly held views have suddenly been brought into stark relief, pitching parents against children, young against old, friend against friend, and town against country.
In one of the papers today they said the country has suffered a collective nervous breakdown, and I'm beginning to think they are right. Someone else has coined the phrase "Brexhaustion". None of this is helped by a media that is thirsty for dissent, keen to expose anger, and all too willing to whip up a storm.
41 people were murdered yesterday in the explosion at Ataturk airport in Istanbul - an airport, a country, and a people I very happily visit for work several times each year. I have colleagues working there whose names I have trouble spelling but whose friendship I cherish. How must they feel seeing reports of that real human tragedy pushed off the front pages by the petty political machinations of a community they were eager to join? When we should be uniting in condemning the perpetrators of this atrocity we are instead condemning our fellow countrymen.
In the spirit of this, my sincere apologies to all those I've wound up, insulted, or otherwise caused to raise their eyebrows and spit out their tea in the course of the last week. I'll try to keep things in perspective from now on.
Thank Heavens that I'll soon be heading up North to get away from the TV, radio and Internet, and pick up a rod or camera rather than a keyboard.