It had rained all night and in the morning it was still
raining. It was cold and grey. Around lunchtime there was a pause in the rain.
Not for long, though. Combine that with a street party and what have you got? A
lot of damp people persisting with a pet show (the Labrador nearly ate the
goldfish), musical acts, delicious savouries and cakes (most eaten, some left to swim), and hours
of crazy dancing to the sounds of a superb DJ. We danced like people possessed
of joy. Not because the queen has been on her throne for 60 years but because
we live on a street where some of us know each other's names. And we enjoy a
good bash… and if you’re British that means doing it despite the weather.
Lovely jubbly (lovely jublee?), but where is the picture of the egg-throwing competition? That I would love to see!
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