I'm sorry if this doesn't apply to you, but in England we have a long weekend on the horizon. Monday is another Bank Holiday to mark May Day. It is also linked with International Workers' Day, so no doubt my shop steward husband will be singing 'The Red Flag'. He's been at a union conference all week, so is full of comradely fervour at present.
Not that the weather is looking brilliant. I think we shall need snow shoes, snorkels and sun cream in equal measure. It's going to be a weekend to be properly British: by which I mean obsessing about the weather, but carrying on regardless of wind and rain. It's what we do. You can bet your life that some tabloid journalist will take a photo of a bikini-clad lovely posing on a beach, while in the background other determined holiday-makers sit huddled behind windbreaks and stoically eating fish and chips.
I'm out with my uke again tonight. We're performing a small but perfectly formed set at the Raunds Music Festival . It's a ceilidh, so I expect we'll be stripping the willow at some point.
Have a good weekend, folks.
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