Jubblee

1. A leisurely breakfast then we bundle my plant into a taxi and take it home. I make the taxi driver burst out laughing when he sees me.

2. I've have made it clear that I am only accepting compliments on my painting, so when they come it's hard to know if they are real or not. It's my own fault and I accept the rough with the smooth.

3. Up to EK on the 66. We stock up before heading to Colin's dad for a leg of lamb.

4. The fizz flows and the dinner is superb. There are even flags. This is the closest I've been to the jubilee - or the Sun - all the way along. *

5.This is my crown and a honorary nod to our dear old Queen. Hic.

* it should be noted that Colin's Dad doesn't read or indeed collect the Sun. They were leftover in a big pile in Morrisons.