I intend to celebrate being British to the hilt. Half-term week with the DC, a boat trip to a seabird colony around the beautiful coasts of this wonderful island nation of ours, fish and chips at the seaside, seeing what nature and wildlife we can spot, a mountain hike, and a shopping trip to pick up some holiday clothes for the summer. DH and me will probably pick up a nice frothy beer at a good old-fashioned English pub, and will doubtless, as we always do, meet and talk to a variety of lovely people.
Life is full of joy and so is this nation. Living here makes us very lucky for many reasons. And one of them is not a nauseating, jingoistic hangover from the empire, nor an obscenely privileged family who stand as a reminder that economic divides exist and the glass ceiling will do its best to keep you firmly in the status you came from. That's when they're not abusing that very significant privilege, as some of them have demonstrably done.
I can't convince myself that outside the drum-beating, flag-waving establishment media there is really still much appetite for this. Times have changed. In many ways, that's a good thing, in others, not so good. But some things (waves on the shore, wind in the woods, the institution of the pub and the goodwill of strangers), are blessedly constant. We don't need to look to a socially-constructed 'Queen' or an anachronistic farce of a system to deliver that.