Like everybody else, I have seen plenty since, but that first sighting – outside an otherwise lifeless pub – served as a reminder of how significant his passing is to the vast majority of the population.
I always fancied having a flag pole in the front garden of Chez Tapp, but it doesn’t rank highly enough in home improvement priorities to warrant serious consideration.
If this minor pipedream is to be fulfilled at some point, I would want an array of flags hoisted high above my satellite dish at the appropriate time.
If I did manage to convince Mrs Tapp that we needed a 15 ft pole at the front of our home, I would’ve joined the huge number of Brits and public buildings in displaying a Union Flag at half-mast this week.
In these times of continuing restrictions on what we can or cannot do, dropping a 5ft by 3ft piece of fabric halfway down its pole is one of a handful of ways to show respect to the most distinguished of individuals.
You could write a poem but unless you are the Poet Laureate,…
