I was wondering what to call this post – I think perhaps nationality would have been the best title but I didn’t want anyone to think it was a political post to do with the vote on Thursday – which it most certainly isn’t. I wish to keep this blog free of politics and potential causes of disquiet. The post is intended to be a more lighthearted look at what makes us who we are and how we perceive ourselves.
And I am afraid that it is connected to football! As you are probably aware there were a couple of football matches last night that would have been important to lots of people in England and Wales.
They were on the tv at exactly the same time, as both teams were in the same group. I was born and raised in England but don’t care that much about football, so wasn’t bothered about seeing the match. OH really wanted to see the Wales game.
OH is Welsh, although any trace of an accent is long gone. He left Wales as soon as he was old enough to leave home and has never, at any point, expressed any desire to go back. His brother and sister also did the same, and they moved their mother to England when she was no longer able to live alone, (their father had died when OH was 5) so that they could be nearer to her and take care of her – I should stress that she was happy to come.
OH does not speak a word of Welsh, does not know the Welsh national anthem. In fact he says the best thing about the fact that he had a stammer as a child was that instead of having to do Welsh language lessons he was excused so that he could have speech therapy sessions.
However, whenever there is rugby or football on that involves Wales OH comes over all Bore da and could not be more Welsh!
(It was an exciting match though, and Wales did play brilliantly, winning 3-0. And as the England match was a 0-0 draw, we definitely watched the right one!).
But a Welsh-ness that comes and goes is questionable, I feel!
Have a good Tuesday everyone.
P.S. This post is in no way meant to offend anyone Welsh or any residents of Wales, just me puzzling over the fickleness of my OH in regard to the land of his fathers!