If you hadn’t realised that it was the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee in Britain last weekend, then you must have had your head buried in the sand. The eyes of the world turned to the UK, and here we got all excited about the warm weather than we were graced with in the run up to the event. Sunshine danced across the concrete, sandals and summer dresses were pulled out of wardrobes and our hearts rose with the hope that the summer was here to stay (if you have never been to Britain, you have never experienced bleakness. In California it’s sunny 360 days of the year, in England we are lucky if we get 3) All very exciting with the long weekend we were expecting (both Monday and Tuesday were public holidays) and plans were made to go to the river and watch the boat procession on the Sunday, then take a picnic to one of London’s expanses of greenery, where they were putting screens up, and watch the Jubilee concert. The UK is perfect in the summer; full of big green parks, people drinking Pimms, and everyone being nice to each other. It truly is one o my favourite places in the world in the summer, but sadly, the summer comes but once in a blue moon.
It never works out the way you planned though, does it?
I went home for the first part of the weekend to do my god motherly duties at the christening of the little one, and it poured hard. I felt slightly underdressed in a stripy maxi dress and sandals, but I braved it and pretended that I was hoping to add a touch of summer to the proceedings. Totally styled that one out, I thought as I fled to the toilet to paper towel the wet and mud off my sandaled feet. I had such a great time, laughing with one of my best friends and getting hugs from the girls. The rain didn’t dampen the fun at all!
And then I went home, ready for a picnicky weekend celebrating the sixtieth year of reign for our darling monarch. I didn’t realise I was a royalist, but seeing her waving on the TV as she greeted the crowd reminded me of my great-grandmother. It was a fantastic coming together of a country, and I really like the royal family.
Of course, it rained. And blustered, and was freezing. We weren’t going to let that dampen our spirits though, so we ate our picnic on the sofa, drank Pimms and watched the concert from the warmth of a snugly flat. And the next morning we watched the actual ceremony, streamed from St Pauls.
I love the royal family .it was so funny to watch them as they sat through the service, looking like it was the last place they wanted to be. Prince Charles needed a short respite during one of the readings as he had lost his place in the order of service, and Prince Harry was clearly mouthing the words to the hymns. Kate, or Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge as we are now required to call her, looked like she was struggling to keep her eyes open as the Archbishop started a fairly long reading.
All in all, we had a great weekend.
Did you celebrate?