In our little close some of us joined together in a completely impromptuous way. Artifacts came out of lofts, including a Union Jack that had been out in Bosnia. We have just two little union jacks, even the four young lads joined in with great good grace. We came out again in the evening, and listened to the Queen at 9 pm together, and sang We'll meet again. We heard from Val on how she was grabbed to shelter in a doorway and thus avoided being shot at by bullets flaying down from German aircraft along the High Street, when she had been sent out a buy cigarettes for her father. At least she was not in the Cinema watching the Saturday Matinee when over one hundred children were killed, many of her friends amongst them. Val remembered VE day, although not allowed by her parents to join it with the festivities in their town down in Kent, watched from her home.
Two neighbours challenged each other and baked a Victoria Sandwich Cake.
This was the first time Nick has ever baked, and this was Tony's second effort after twenty years. His mother was a fine baker, and must have learnt a lot by osmosis, each being very clever had researched, and had baked cakes they were completely satisfied with. I was the judge. Their first challenge a couple of weeks ago was Toad in the Hole, which simply was shared on our Whats app group.
We parted for dinner and reconvened early evening. With Mr S's help certificates were prepared. These were awarded in the evening front drive get together. The fine and warm weather meant that we could be together outside and raise our morale at the same time.
Earlier on I listened to our Prime Minister's broadcast which touched me as well.
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