BY KEVIN MULLINS
“But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.”
We have become defined, in Britain, at least, more so over the last three years than any other time in my living memory.
There are swings and roundabouts, there are ups and downs, there are good and bad, there is love and hate and there is social politics on a grand scale.
Either side of our barriers are words of wisdom, correctness, wrongness and ego.
What is defining me right now?
Being me. My family. Our lovely world. Our love for each other as humans.
In Britain, we have developed a sense of magnitude, perhaps.
A sense of fortitude, maybe?
Even, incongruously , a sense of independent structure.
But wherever I look, whatever I see, Britain, and British people are still the same.
Family first.
Crazy dips in the Ocean in winter.
Dogs.
Holding hands, supporting each other.
And for everything else, there is always a nice cup of tea.
