It is a great time to be British. And if by birth you were not blessed, then a close second is to be living here n 2012. You can’t help but feel British. The Jubilee celebrations have come and gone, but I just cannot bring myself to take down the patriotic bunting in our conservatory. It seems no one else can either.
|Patriotic bunting at home|
I’d compare it to the post Christmas blues. Those being the weepy weeks after the Christmas decorations have been put away, the diets have started and you have to return back to work. I spend these mournful days rearranging tsatskes in an effort to fill gaping holes once inhabited by festive snow globes and baubles.
As the rain poured down, Ouisie and I watched Her Majesty wave at the soaked admirers lining the river banks, courtesy of the BBC broadcast, from under our makeshift tent in the living room . What I have come to love most about the British is their unyielding resolve to : KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON!
|Local street party in downpour, Dogmersfield, Hampshire|
Only in England would you find a queue of people lined up in the pouring rain for a bit of cake and a spot of tea. There is something special about Britain. I give much credit to this feeling because of Her Majesty the Queen who has reigned as monarch for 60 years.
This past week,while polishing up my resume, I thought I’d look up Her Majesty’s work experience.
Let’s just say— I’ve got plenty of room for further growth and development.
|St Pancreas Train Station, London, June 2012
Seeing as I did not enter the ticket lottery for this historic event either, Ouisie and I will be cheering on the athletes under our makeshift tent.