Diamond Jubilee

I am old enough to remember the Silver Jubilee celebrations back in 1977. Yes I really am ancient!

Even though some of the detail may now be hazy, the excitement and the wave of communal happiness, on a national level, is unforgettable. It was like a joyful injection and no-one was immune whether you were young or old, everyone was swept up on the tide.

On the day of our street party, being able to stay up "very" late with adult consent was a particular highlight.

Chez T-J we will do our best from Down Under. A bit of Land of Hope & Glory may permeate the walls. Perhaps we will have some Coronation Chicken too and indulge in a drop of "her maj's" favourite tipple - Dubonnet. The latter is unlikely however.

Congratulations Mam (as in ham) on 60 incredible years. I am proud and bursting with patriotism this day. Give me the pageantry, the pomp and the circumstance in shovel fulls please. As for flags and bunting, more is definitely more!


The photogenic lurcher  who is, admittedly looking reluctantly patriotic, is called Sam.

Sam owns the eminent, Miss Pickering, a true champion of British florists. If you think I am elaborating, just take a look at her work and her wit here . You see?

Sorry I failed to mention, Sam also has his own blog just because he can.

Great Britain, in my absence, whatever you do to celebrate, just make sure you do! Play your part in British history and be proud.

...........and will you share it with me?

..... and will someone send me the souvenir edition of the Daily Mail please.