Like being metaphorically patted on the head.
I have been reading today about the number of people who have been told to leave the country since the Brexit vote.
One woman who moved here from Jamaica to live with her grandmother when she was 10. She was sent to Yarls Wood and then to Heathrow detention centre.
She's never thought of herself as anything but British.
One family where the mother was going to be sent back to Australia as her visa was about to run out. Her husband is British, they have lived here since 2014. They have a son who has a rare disease, and needs looking after by his mother. His father is an emergency doctor.
They were told the mother could do nothing for the boy that the NHS couldn't do!
Fortunately she got a reprieve because her MP is Jeremy Hunt.
A couple, one Brazilian, one British, who have spent thousands and years on trying to get right to remain in this country for the Brazilian. They got the reverse in a week in Brazil.
They have now decided to move to Brazil permanently as they feel unwanted here, which is a shame as they are both in the medical profession; Brazil's gain.
I get very excited and emotional about problems like these, as well as the insurmountable problem of the Irish border.
I know people who move back and forward between Ireland, Spain, Norway and Denmark quite regularly with their various companies, taking their families and living very good lives.
They wouldn't dream of coming to the UK any more.