25 November 2017
Flying the Flag
It is freezing cold outside today, early this morning Rick jumped on the bed (he has never done this before) and tried to get under the duvet with us. Paul is making tomato and lentil soup for lunch, just the thing for a wintry day. Kat is on her way from Brize Norton to spend the weekend at home, she enjoys her home comforts.
There are hardly any leaves left on the trees outside now and I can see clearly into my neighbours’ gardens. The house opposite has got a Union Jack flag flying. This practice of flag flying seems to be coming more widespread but I’m not sure I understand why people want to do this unless they live in a castle or a stately home. Is it just a statement to say I’m British and proud of it? I’m British but I wouldn’t dream of sticking a flagpole in my garden and hoisting the Union Jack. There again I spend half the year living abroad so perhaps I’m not qualified to pass comment. Maybe it’s connected to this recent upsurge in nationalism in the country.
(In Denmark it is illegal to fly a foreign flag unless it is put up next to a Danish one.)