For Queen and country

Anyone who knows me well will know that I’m not patriotic in the slightest when it comes to Blighty.  But something weird has been happening in my subconscious.  Over the past few weeks I’ve been increasingly drawn to stereotypically English foods, like apple crumble & custard, proper fat chips & gravy etc.  Then last week I was out in our local town and I happened upon a group of Morris dancers (what is the collective noun?).  We don’t live in typical Morris dancing country.  It was like dear old Blighty was taunting me, with “look at what you’ll be missing!!”.  And I’ve just come back from a weekend in London, where I got a little misty-eyed about the guards on horseback, the soldiers marching outside the Palace, the London Symphony Orchestra playing in Trafalgar Square.  Hell, I even walked up The Mall twice just to see if HM was at home (she wasn’t, although I did spot the Chancellor of the Exchequer).  So, even though I don’t think I’m that attached to it, maybe I will miss the old place after all…..

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