Tuesday 5 June 2012: Jubilee memories
I know I blipped about the Jubilee yesterday with the beacon, but I have to confess I love royal celebrations. I'm not a fanatic royalist, but I'm definitely not a republican. I think they have a role and I love the pageantry, pomp and ceremony and British spirit that it brings out in (many, though I know not all) people.
Back in 1977, I was six and soooo excited that the Queen was coming to Nottingham (the city nearest where we lived back then) for the Silver Jubilee celebrations. My parents and I were going to go to watch but our plans were scuppered when I, rather inconveniently and itchily, developed chickenpox. I was as upset as I'd been excited but Mum suggested I draw a picture and write to the Queen to explain why I wouldn't be there. Imagine my delight when I got a letter from Balmoral Castle on behalf of the Queen!
I did manage to take part in some of the celebrations, in the form of a tree planting ceremony at my school. Just as has been the case for most of this Diamond Jubilee weekend, it rained and they had to pretend to plant the tree inside until the weather improved and the 'dignitaries' could return. I'm in the photograph from the newspaper, have a look at it large and see if you can work out which is me...