I promised that I would report back on how the Diamond Jubilee was celebrated here in Aberdeen. Union Street was bedecked with flags:
Our church opened its Jubilee Hall on Sunday, and the children had today and yesterday off school. Last night the Dafter and we stayed up a bit late to watch the end of the big concert in front of Buckingham Palace, mostly because we wanted to see Stevie Wonder. It was sad that Prince Philip had to be in hospital, and funny to hear Charles say, “Your Majesty – Mummy…” The Dafter didn’t really see why there was all this fuss about a woman who was Queen by a mere accident of birth.
I was at work today, as were many other people. This evening, Michael and I went for a walk around the neighbourhood to see if there were any signs of celebrations. In 40 minutes of walking, we saw five houses with Union Jack flags (and one with Scottish flags drawn by children). Michael heard on the radio that while there were 9,000 street parties in England and Wales, there were only 100 in Scotland. Considering Scotland has about 1/10 the population of England and Wales, that might be said to indicate less enthusiasm, though our First Minister was at pains to explain that the Scots just celebrate things a bit differently up here.
Here at our house we had a teeny-weeny celebration:
It was rather a teeny-weeny cake, but very yummy (store-bought of course). In the words of the television presenter, “And now it’s on to the Olympics”!