On the other side of the world, 18,000km away, another referendum has just reached its conclusion. New Zealand has voted decisively to retain its present flag after almost two years of heated debate, some very dodgy design proposals and what some might regard as a rather anticlimactic ending.
Nevertheless, I am pleased as punch about the result, announced yesterday: from a 67.3 per cent turnout, 56.6 per cent voted in favour of keeping our very British, very Commonwealth flag, complete with the Union Flag proudly displayed in the top corner.
What does this tell us? I would argue that it shows that Kiwis - despite savage rivalry on the rugby pitch, years of joshing from our British cousins about the size of our sheep population, and the fact that New Zealand now trades far more with Asia than Britain - remain fiercely proud of their ties to the old country.
I am just one living example of this. Although I am both English and a British MP, I have dual nationality. I was born, bred and educated in New Zealand, arriving in east London to work in the NHS in the seventies.
I was made very welcome here, especially after it was recognised that I was not Australian (if you ever wish to insult a Kiwi, ask them if they're an Aussie). I've fitted happily into British culture ever since, only experiencing identity crises at certain rugby matches - usually overcome by strenuously cheering for England, but only after betting on the All Blacks.