I’ve a string of posts to deliver, I’m behind schedule, I’ve been distracted; they are going to tumble out randomly, it seems to match the mood of the nation!
You’d be hard pressed to call where I live a street, but it didn’t stop us having a street party to celebrate the Queens 90th Birthday a few weeks ago.
There were a lot of planning meetings (Mr Uphilldowndale will tell you what I mean by this, is that there was a lot of drinking of prosecco on Sunday afternoons for the previous month) I’ll tell you the planning was just as sociable as the party. We then went on holiday and left the neighbours to all the hard work, arriving back in time for the sound of popping corks. They did a fab job, we had music, flowers, porta-loos, road closed signs, bollards and bunting, a proper party.
We even had very official notices to close the road, who could resist a throning of neighbours?
We didn’t divert any carts as far as we know, a few cyclists and a couple of walkers meandered through the tables, most took the diversion in good heart.
We brought out the finest vintage food (the ‘food miles’ of some of it could be measured in inches rather than miles)
Ate proper pie (Yorkshire pie, brought over the county boundary under special licence).
I may have mentioned the prosecco before
So many cakes
and a few gate crashers.
We raised money for charity too, we are very lucky to have such lovely neighbours…