Jubilee Tea

First invite to my daughter's home for a picnic lunch and Jubilee tea.

I am not especially Royal.  If truth be told I would rather prefer to live in a Republic - but I do like to mark time by 'occasions'.  I like to make memories and our Jubilee tea was certainly that.

This is a cup and saucer made from fabric and used to hold the sugar lumps.  The sugar tongs were inherited from an elderly aunt and are silver but I have seen similar ones in charity shops for not very much at all -  I don't think they are in fashion these days.

The table cloth was a Naval Ensign and the miss match of tea cups and tiny Japanese tea plates was delightfully bright and colourful.

The food was very yummy and the conversation strayed to our own first homes many years ago. My daughter lives in a shared house.  She has a large bedroom of her own and shares all other facilities with three other people.  Chocolate cake, cream and strawberries... yum.

My daughter's house is actually very nice, and the owners have paid attention to health and safety.  It is fitted out with smoke alarms and self closing doors and all the other stuff required by law these days for shared housing.  I don't remember anything like that from my first home.  There is even a washing machine - in my day a washing machine wasn't considered a necessity.  We used a launderette once a week and otherwise washed small items in the sink and dried them on the radiators.  My first house after I left home was a bedsit in a large Victorian house in Kensington in London.  A small gas cooker shared a tiny room with a bed a chair and a wardrobe.  I shared a bathroom with other people who lived on the same landing as me, and I actually didn't know these people at all.  And I thought myself lucky!  Well it was just around the corner from my work and it was London (and 1977!)

And then we talked about the Jubilee.  Was it really a special occasion for any of us?  Apart from the Queen and her family that is.  I asked my mother-in-law what she remembered from the Coronation, she was 14 at the time.  Not very much it seems.  Her parents knew someone who owned a flat on the route of the Coronation Procession and had offered it to them for the special day.  Her mum had said 'you can go up to London for the day, or you can have a beach hut at Dawlish Warren for the summer' but not both.  They opted for the beach hut.  I think I might have too!


  1. It would definitely have been the beach hut for me too. My mum went with her school to see the coronation (she was 12 and small) all she saw was a lot of other peoples heads and backs. she loves the queen, but did not love that day in any way. I think if anyone had given my mum nor dad the choice back in 1953 they would have chosen a weeks holiday. It was not something either of them ever had then.


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