I have been very proud to be British this week. It all started with the Tour de France Grand Depart, which, if nothing else, was a great way to see a birdseye view of glorious Yorkshire. It was a fantastic event for our country, with spectators flocking to watch the riders whizz past in the blink of an eye. All in the sunshine too. How lucky was that? Not so lucky were Brits Mark Cavendish and defending champion, Chris Froome, both of whom are injured and out! I think I should have kept my blog shut as it seems my calls for ‘sport support’ have jinxed us. Football, tennis, cycling…I’m not even going to mention the Commonwealth Games (aside from that!).
Another proud moment came at the school summer fair. It was held on the rainiest day of the decade thus far but was still packed to the rafters as everyone arrived at their unflappable best. There were brollies being shaken, squelching shoes and dripping hair as mums, dads and grandparents squeezed into the school hall after several stalls had to be brought inside. I was manning the bottle tombola again and thought I was be better prepared this time around (don’t ask me about last year) but still felt like I’d been ravaged by wolves when it was all over. That was a ‘not so proud to be British’ moment, as everyone went crazy and forgot to wait their turn. I’ll let them off seeing as we made a mint but am thinking of adding “queue here or else” to next year’s sign.
Anyway I’m guessing you are all still enjoying the sunshine and have been out and about with your little ones. We would love to see some photographs of your Little Lucy Willow playhouses and pavilions being put to good use – inside or out – if you have a minute to spare of course!
I love the fact we don’t let weather get the better of us. I’m sure there would have been just as many people watching the riders had it rained, and not many more folks at the school fair had it not. We‘re a stoic lot and then some. Having said that, I confess everything is crossed for a sunny school holidays – you won’t catch me marching through a downpour for a picnic in the park. Stoic? yes. Silly? certainly not!