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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