Jubilee fever is here - at least for parents of small-ish children: Kitsch, Women's Institute, Dressing up and crown making competitions.
Of course a lovely, extra long weekend, and street parties everywhere - and the fabulous Thames flotilla! Up with the Monarchy - more weddings, jubilees and public holidays.
True, I don't have any employees except myself, but I pay myself a pittance and deserve a party- besides, I'm (selectively) Keynesian - I think that means spend your way out of a recession, and this is certainly costing a packet.
Even my Southern Irish, staunch Republican (stress Irish Republic - NOTHING to do with US politics) ex is getting excited. How can you not, unless you are really miserable? Reckon I'd be excited even without the mini-Moo.
Obviously the sun has gone away, as you'd expect living in Blighty,but we've all got anoraks. One more day of work (yep, still on the IT slog and back on furtive night-time writing, between 'proper' work, life and sleep), but this weekend it all gets parked.
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