It's no about flags
sudden blast of north-easterly wind seemed to grow out of nowhere. From
a breeze to a storm gust in just a few seconds and lasted only as long,
but damage done. I was pondering my Saltire lying on the ground still
attached to the top half of the broken flagpole.
Bibs had crept up behind me and she gave a shudder. Oooo, man,
that was some gust was it no? Ah was facing the opposite direction when
it hit my keechter and Jeez, Ah swear it puffed my cheeks out like two
balloons. She spotted the flag in my hands and nodded at it.
Flag doon Ah see.
I was still a little perplexed, Aye, its St Andrews
Day as well. I hope this isnae a omen or something?
Nah, its just big Andy telling ye no tae put his flag oan
a cheap flagpole. She laughed.
Aye, I said, "youre most likely correct.
I pick up the bit of flagpole and rolled the flag round it.
She looked up at me and winked, No havin a good weekend, eh? Sellick
got pure pumped yesterday and noo yer flag blew doon.
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Nothing more needed said.
Never mind, said Bibs, the conference seemed to go
well anyway eh?
Aye, I replied, "it was good." I was still a little
bemused. I looked at the rolled-up Saltire in my hands.
Hey, Big Man, she said, dont fret, its
no aboot flags its aboot hearts and minds. The tories and
Brexit are already settin ye free. I looked down at this small
bundle of usually malevolent fur and claws, I am worried,
I said, because youre being nice to me; it kind of goes
against the laws of nature in this garden.
Man, Ah juist felt ye needed a wee bit of sympathy and encouragement
the day. But dont worry, she turned to leave, normal
be resumed the morra. As she slinked away another heavy blast
of north-easterly caught her rear end, and I swear her cheeks did actually