Over the past few months, I’ve been gradually coming to the opinion that the idea of Scottish independence is boring.

For me, it’s no longer simply this exciting, exhilarating freedom to pursue new directions, be an exceptional country due to our abundance of natural resources or our rich human and cultural resources, or make a distinctive and wonderful contribution to the world.

Instead – or rather also – it is something much more prosaic. Mundane, even.

One basic reason I have been reaching...