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A Rainy Golden Jubilee? Who cares!?!

I reckon a million people made it down to the Thames yesterday, to cheer on the Queen, the Monarchy, the Country and the Commonwealth. Of course it had to rain, but who cares? We seem to party all the more when we’re up against it!

First sight of the Queen!

And here she is, racing in a tuk tuk through the crowds to get to her boat and cruise down the Thames. No room for Charles, Wills and Kate. They had to follow in their own carriage!

And they’re off! Big boats, little boats, boats from everywhere. A river pageant!

The rowers.

Our Commonwealth partners – Canada out in front (racing the Aussies!)

Oi! you taking the mick out of our Queen’s hat style?

We didn’t mind the rain, because the excitement was mounting as the special boat drew nearer!

Flag with pride!

Is she here yet? Where is she?

There, there!

But no, false alarm. That’s the million pound specially built boat – which the Queen DIDN’T ride in…! What?!? A million quid for a boat, and she didn’t even go on it? Correct! (That’s so British…)

Gorgeous. Nicely rowed. A bit empty…

But wait, the tension rises again. This time it IS her. Hurray! Hurray!

The royal ensign…

QUEENIE!!!!!!! (in white…) Where’s Kate?

Wave the flags NOW!!!!!!!!!

By ‘eck, that was exciting! Thanks to the genius of McT, we could see what was going on (“Ummm, but busy isn’t it? What we need is a ladder! Hand on a tick” 5 minutes later, returns with a ladder – BRILLIANT!)

And champagne, doubly brilliant!

Immy decides it’s time to make some money – face painting! (you know, I don’t worry about Immy finding a job in the future – she can make a profit absolutely anywhere. A quid for the U Jack this time)

Under twos go free, so this one gets away!

Brits love a party – forget the baby, fill the pram with beer!

typical…

This chap’s had a few already…

Union Jack Jester

And when the heavens did open it was good that we were prepared

we can even be patriotic in the rain…

The boats carried on – indeed mocked the weather! Ha, we don’t care!!!

This one sprayed the people standing on the bridge, deliberately.

So, with the excitement over for the day it was time to say goodbye to our Royals,… until it all gets going again tomorrow!

Lovely painted ladies

Mum, don’t hang around for another 60… please.

Jubilation and singing, and happy kids. Not bad for a typical Brit Bank Holiday!!!

Immy chants the National Anthem.


Royal Wedding – time for a party!

A Royal Wedding, what a fantastic day! The whole country seemed to have forgotten all the bad things going on and decided to have a party. A huge wave of happiness throughout the country. It really felt like a celebration of the best of being Brit, everyone in a good mood, smiling, laughing, welcoming and neighbourly. And the sun shone – our luck was in.

A good excuse for a street party

We had a Dutch family over to share in the festivities. Well, we weren’t going to wait for the actual ceremony to start celebrating, so we piled off to a local restaurant to have a posh English breakfast: that would be fruit & yoghurt – organic, probiotic, gut friendly of course – followed by sausages bacon and poached eggs (maybe not so gut-friendly, but scrummy) all accompanied by copious amounts of champagne. Champers before 10am, deliciously decadent! All Fridays should be like this!!!

Then hurry to the TV to gawp at the pomp and circumstance. And wasn’t she stunning, what a dress! The Abbey with trees! The cheers of the crowd outside echoing down the Nave! Awesome choir! (‘I Was Glad’ brought tears to my eyes). And Pippa – what a cracker, come on Harry, get in there!

Sausages!!!

But as fantastic as all that was, this was really a day for local community. So we and the Dutchies jumped into the car and zoomed off to Wyatts Green (home of Granny and Grandad) for the street party. This is where we got to see what real local relaxed easy-going England is like. Bangers and sausage rolls, crisps and fizzy pop. Trestle tables laden with food, and everyone chatting to everyone else. In England! So these photos are to show a snapshot cross-section of an Essex village community on an April afternoon in 2011. Let’s see what we’ve got….

Here's to the happy couple.

‘Cheers’ in Union Jack paper cups, from girls in summer dresses.

A hat that seems to be rooted in Texas, but decorating itself in the old country…

Union Jack on a Stetson...

Immy with a UJ alice band. A piano hauled out for a sing song, with some Chas and Dave numbers belted out. Not quite sure what the youngsters made of the songs, but the ladies definitely enjoyed them – bit of boogie on the street never goes amiss…

A toast for Wills and Kate

Chas and Dave piano music

The will remember this for ever

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Dancing girls

And what would a party be without balloons, patriotically coloured of course. And if you’re 3, you can get away with balloons AND a princess dress AND sandals and still look cute!

Can't have a party without balloons

and reluctant Dads...

Mmmm, not amused. Not quite sure how Adam ended up with a serviette on his head. I don’t think he knows either! Risk of sun-stroke…?

Now some things are just designed to send kids into rapture. And this is one of them: a chocolate fountain. A good way to get kids to eat a lot of fruit of course! There’s the odd adult too who can’t resist. Just get this Mum barging her way in…!

That is so Yum

Happiness is a chocolate fountain

Mum pushing in!

Once order was restored, and the chocolate invading parents pushed out of the way, more sedate activities took place. Here’s Bert judging the plate decorating contest. And check out how happy one of the winners looks…

judging the talent

and the winner is...

What on earth out Dutch friends made of it, I don’t know….

But let’s leave the last image to Kate + Wills (it was their day) + a young admirer. Great wedding, great hat, great chocolate mouth. A happy Britain! Congrats Wills and Kate, good luck from Wyatts Green, Essex!

cool hat