Here’s a little spot of cheer for you, OP.
Yesterday I was talking to a Swedish friend who lived and worked here for over 20 years, but returned to Sweden a few years ago.
Not for the first time she was telling me at length about yet another bureaucratic/customer services fiasco, how it takes ages to get anything done, endless muddle, nobody ringing back after they’d promised to, and never anyone saying sorry for all the time, faff and frustration.
‘You’re so lucky in England!’
Those were her exact words.
I agree with what you say, though. It seems to have become almost shameful - especially among the more liberal minded middle classes - to say anything good or appreciative, let alone proud! about the U.K., or more particularly England - and anyone who does is liable to be called a Little Englander - an expression I loathe.
The same people who like to talk us down so often gush about virtually everything in other European countries - and very conveniently ignore anything that doesn’t ‘fit’.
Having said that, I have heard the odd French person slagging off their own country, particularly re the tiresomely predictable rail and air traffic control strikes in summer.
And two young Italians - one a long term bf of a dd, the other a colleague of dh, have been very vociferous about a) corrupt government, b) the impossibility of getting a good job, regardless of qualifications, unless you know someone, and c) the fact that you’re judged in the workplace by your clothes, which must be designer - colleagues will size up the cost of everything you have on, ‘even your belt’.
Having heard this from one, I later asked the other whether it was really true. ‘Oh, yes, absolutely.’