Yesterday, I cleared the wisteria from the front of the cottage. I’d already set up the ‘lanterns’ in the windows a few days before. With the leafage out of the way, I was able to put up some bunting. Not just any bunting but an array of international flags – intended as a counter to the two or three Union Jacks and St George’s Crosses that I am fairly sure are intended as misguided signs of nationalism disguised as ‘patriotism’.
Further up the road, there’s a similar strand of multi-national flags with the same intention. I’ve had ours for a few weeks, but until the wisteria could be cleared, I couldn’t display them.
My spirits lifted when I was still up the ladder fitting it, and two neighbours and their children walked past. I barely know them. The woman said; “Thank you so much for putting that up. It’s so good of you.”