For me it's a weekend of servitude. Yes, the 'Memsahib' has spoken and, truth be told, she was right, this garret of mine is a disgrace. Anyway, despite my twinges and twangs (agony, I tell you, agony!) I have been down on hands and knees beneath the bloody-bloody computer desk - how can one simple piece of furniture have so many sharp corners on which to bump your head? - armed with the hoover extension and a duster. Goodness me, the things you find! However, my entire, er, 'computer centre' is now immaculate. Alas, however, that only constitutes one fifth of the space up here and as I gaze about me I can see hours more work to be done so don't expect anything too erudite from me today - and I heard that!
Since these days nationalism seems to be all the rage, or perhaps just en-raged, here is a very rare piece discussing English nationalism. Very calm, very self-effacing - yes, I'm afraid we don't do nationalism awfully well - but it's worth reading: