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Sunday 3rd June 2012.
Today the street gathered to celebrate the Queens Golden Jubilee. We’ve had bunting out for weeks now, but on the 60th anniversary (to date) everyone put out the flags and cooked a roast to share. My family cooked pork with crackling and roast potatoes, and we were supplied with an array of alternating meats, vegetables, yorkshires and gravy. It was lovely and oh so very British!
We were intending to have the party outside on the street, like every other street celebration, but due to the poor weather; POURING DOWN RAIN!, the hosts decided to open up their garage and attach 2 gazebos to the front. It made a dry area in which we laid out the three long tables for us all to sit. We even had room for an alcohol table, or as the men liked to call it ‘The Bar’!
‘Meet and Greet’ came first with a champagne toast to the Queen and some nibbles. Alex gorged on an entire bowl of quavers and hula hoops and then ran around like a mad man on the neighbours lawn. It was sweet and he got alot of attention- mainly due to his bubbly nature, but also as he was the only toddler around.
Dinner time came swiftly after: everyone was very polite and generous. Alex’s plate was mounded up with a ridiculous amount of food. Not surprisingly he left most, but to my disbelief he ate crackling!! Quite a bit of it actually.
The roast was lovely and the desserts were even better. A spread of pavlova, pannacotta, cheescake, fruit salad, apple pie etc. I was overwhelmed with choice, and being the sweet toothed girl that I am, I opted for two desserts: pannacotta and pavlova, NOM!! (good choice). Alex tried some pavlova but hated it and screwed his face up in disgust. It made me laugh so much: looked like I was trying to poison him or something.
Throughout the courses, Alex played happily on the lawn amidst the flags. The smile on his face when he was given one to play with was the highlight of my day. He waved it around like a true patriot and shouted ‘YAY!!’ as he did.
After dessert came the cheese course, but just as I was about to cut in to the brie, Alex came to me looking very tired. I decided it best to take him inside and calm him down before his Dad came to get him. We played with his train set and did some artwork with the corks he had collected from the party.
When Alex’s Dad arrived to collect him, he showed him his new bed and demanded a reading of ‘The Gruffalo’. A few yawns followed which made me think he will sleep well tonight. I guess he must of had fun, I’m very glad :)
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