Why?

Why would a person have a union jack in the back garden?
This isn't the Queens 3rd home.

Ive had some sort of trio of mental moments today.

I was asked if I wanted more hours at work. First mental moment was saying yes.

Second moment was hearing myself agree to doing 1/2 an hour of dinner duties for four days, and an extra afternoon of reception class.

Third mental, dumbass moment was realising I'd said yes and realising I'm gonna have to do it. What the hell is wrong with me?! I hate dinner duties. Hate it. Oh my godfathers. Kill me now.

Thank The Lord for two weeks off.