Sister's Diamond Jubilee

There she blows

A diamond jubilee ago

A Returning Officer's nightmare

I hereby declare ...

Hall together

My sister has just had her Diamond Jubilee. For a three pound premature baby she has punched well beyond her weight since arriving home six weeks after she was born. I started school shortly afterwards and she rapidly became the centre of attention in the household with her ash blonde hair and fearless attitude. By 14 she was a mod (as opposed to rocker), by 16 she had left school and was working and by 18 a mother. It all seemed like yesterday although some of her old friends, whom I have not seen for over thirty years, were at her party and now pensioners dressed as forty somethings. They all insisted that she could not be 60 which was a pretty good way of helping her through the trauma. I had to recount the truth which was helped by her oldest son being the wrong side of forty.

It was Sunday and the rain miraculously stopped for the afternoon and the June sun encouraged our thirst so that we completely filled the wheelie bin with bottles. It's a baby boomers thing in Lancashire, always empty your plate and drink until the house is dry.  The shenanigans continued until midnight, the neighbours had wisely gone away for the weekend. Happy sixty Susan, you'll be a granny next!