The week before last I did something very original. Something not many people have done in this world. Brace yourself for an amazing surprise: I went to a Jubilee party.
Now I have never made a secret of the fact that I am not in favour of the monarchy as a modern-day system of rule (or more officially, A Very Expensive Form of Ribbon Cutting). However the Queen seems like a nice old bird, and if I am given a day off to drink Pimms and eat cake, by jove I shall do that very thing.
My friend Rebecka had us round to her lovely little cottage to eat a ridiculous amount of baked goods and celebrate the national four day holiday. We drank the most lethal Pimms-mix I have ever tasted, listened to scratchy old records on the wind-up gramophone, did Punch and Judy impressions, attempted to hula hoop rather badly, and played lemon jousting.
Lemon jousting was a new game to me, but essentially two opponents carry a spoon in each hand, one containing a lemon. Your mission is to keep your own lemon in the spoon, while knocking your opponent’s off. My attempt at the game ended in laughter (belonging to everyone but me) when I attempted a daring move and fell into a bush. Both hands being full of spoons and lemons, I had nothing to save myself with and went in head first. I believe all that could be seen of me were two feet and a solitary lemon rolling across the lawn. It was a very ignoble defeat.
If you scroll down to the end of the photos, you will see me pretending to wear bunting as a bonnet and a beard. It was that kind of party.
Lena in her 70s Biba coat, isn’t it fab!