We were walking the dogs yesterday when my attention was caught by a small truck parked on the other side of the road a little way ahead. Something about it seemed unusual, and it wasn’t just the fact that it was periodically enveloped in a haze of water spray – or the fact that there was a man dragging wheelie bins up to the back end of it when it clearly wasn’t a council vehicle.

No, what caught my eye was a fluttering from above the driver’s cab. A white and red fluttering. In fact, two of them!

As I drew nearer, I could see that this was a blatant and unashamed case of Flag Flying! And it was the England flag, the Cross of St George.

I’m seeing it more and more, as the common people of England realise that they’re being oppressed and manipulated into being ashamed of being English, and many are rising up to rebel against such thinking. Not many people actually realise yet that the government are busy removing the concept of England altogether, but they do seem to know that their national flag is under threat while the other UK nations are happily flying theirs, and there is a groundswell of resentment. A very small groundswell at the moment, but it seems to me that it is growing.

As I took pictures of the truck (which turned out to be owned by the local independent wheelie bin cleaning service) the owner looked bemused, and then when OH pointed to the flags, gave us the thumbs-up and grinned hugely. He didn’t look like a thug or a bigot or a football hooligan to me, just a hard-working man, quietly supporting his country.

Turning the corner to go home, we saw our post lady cycling merrily towards us, and on the front of her bike, what did we see? Yep, that’s right, a St George’s flag sticker. She kindly allowed me to take a picture of her, but I don’t want to get her into any trouble with the Post Office, which is still a government department – or was last time I looked – so I have blurred her face.

Anyone else think it’s a really sad and shameful thing that I feel I have to do that?