But it felt that everything was against me celebrating this Jubilee. We contemplated holding a street party, but ran out of time with the organising. I then decided we'd go to Battersea Park but by the time I got round to getting tickets they had all sold out. So a group of us decided to have a garden party which we basically threw together in the two weeks before the Jubilee. Then one of the main organisers got stranded at her parents', unable to make it back in time, the weather looked set to be dreadful and the night before our party the host's daughter came down with chicken pox. Not to mention our disastrous attempt to get to Charing Cross to see the pageant on Saturday. In years to come my children will be able to tell about how they almost got to cross the river during the Diamond Jubilee flotilla.
However, I did get my Diamond Jubilee celebration and I can now look back happy in the knowledge that the occasion did not pass me by.
We relocated the party to another friend's house. We strung up bunting. We decked tables with cloths and napkins and cakes and scones.
We roasted a gigantic joint of pork. We drank bubbles and Pimms. We face painted and tattooed the children.
We organised games of Tin Can Alley and bouncing on the trampoline. We charged the children a 'coin' a go for games and popcorn - and they paid, even when the stalls were unsupervised!
We ate homemade sausage rolls, salads, pork & apple sauce sandwiches, individual trifles and Eton Mess. The children sang 'God Save the Queen' and knew more of the words than we did! We talked and laughed and had loads of fun.
And it didn't even rain!