The house was dressed in red, white and blue for the occasion, as were many of the guests at what has become, in only a short time, a tradition we eagerly anticipate, even beginning the menu planning in January. Everyone has his or her allotted task, and the meal is a team effort, culminating in a truly spectacular table!
Queen Victoria would NOT have been amused, I suspect, as we ate and drank to her memory, overindulging in bangers and mash and mushy peas, queen pudding, sherry trifle and gloucester, leicester and stilton cheeses, accompanied by some cheeky colonial wines.
After the Loyal Toast we sang "God Save the Queen", then broke out the sparklers for "Rule Britannia" and "Land of Hope and Glory".
Then it was time for Moo to blow the whistle, rally the troops, and lead the customary march around the garden and through the house, as we played our improvised instruments - a toy drum, triangle, saucepans, claxon horn etc. (Those without instruments to play - not mentioning any names here - merely played the fool.)
Moo
Ian
Joanna
As you can see, our joy was complete. Good on you, Moo - the hostess with the mostest!
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