Thursday, 10 September 2009

Flying The Flag

Some you win.

And some you lose.

I do feel a frisson of patriotic spirit starting to build inside me.

I remember when my lover and I first started 'stepping out' together.

One of our earliest conversations comprised my lover listening to a diatribe from me about the awfulness of tying England flags to cars.

He tried to tell me about the passion. What it means. How it feels.

But I was sure it wasn't for me.

And now I know. Deep down in my heart.

There is going to be a certain little gold Yaris driving around Gloucestershire, with the occasional foray down the M5, proudly displaying her flag of St George with 3 lions beating in her chest.

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