Toddington’s Jubilee Party

2 June 2012

 

Our preparations for the village Jubilee party started the week before.  First, in common with all other villagers, we were invited to decorate two pieces of bunting, which would be used to decorate the village hall.  Roger got this job, which he fulfilled quickly, if unimaginatively, with a large black felt-tip, drawing a hammer and an anvil to symbolise the forge.  Next we all had to find suitable red, white and blue clothes to wear on the day.  We all came reasonably close to fulfilling this, with just a little recourse to the local charity shop and the Oxford market.

 

But, by far the biggest task, which took Teresa most of the day before, with some assistance from both Helen and Jay, was preparing our contribution to the food.  I can only say that Teresa excelled herself, as you can see below.

 

The centrepiece was a cake decorated as a Union Jack with icing and assorted fruits, under a bunting streamer and with a secret inside still to be revealed

 

As well as the cake, there were also four different kinds of sandwich, and a plate of cup-cakes, beautifully decorated by the girls

   

The big day at last.  Here we are shortly after arrival, the picture taken by a friend who works tirelessly for the village.  He had built a skittle alley from scratch.  Here is Roger having a go.

 

   

The next picture had to be taken by Teresa, but Jay was still hiding behind that rock.  Helen’s turn on the skittles.  Despite some wayward deliveries, both Roger and Helen managed to score very creditable 8s, with Helen missing her maximum by the merest whisker

 

Teresa and Helen also tried the table tennis

Resting on the straw bales – Jay looks like she’s trying to catch forty winks

 

Helen and Jay just before tea

 

Over 150 villagers and friends turned out, virtually filling the village hall.  Here we are about to tuck in

 

The cake’s secret revealed – it is also red, white and blue inside

The prize for the best decorated property went most deservedly to the crown and guardsmen adorning the roundabout.  At the bowling club, Roger heard people from neighbouring villages praising this display

 

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