Well done Queenie for living so long. That's nice for you.
The kids' school had lots of jubilee-themed activities yesterday, including being allowed to go to school in fancy dress or wearing red, white and blue.
I so wanted to dress Seldom Seen Kid up as Freddie, complete with drawn-on moustache.
And I wish I had little ripped t-shirts with Jamie Reid's image on for them to wear.
But I don't inflict my republican sympathies on the kids, if they want to make crowns and Union Jack bunting, they are welcome to enjoy it all. Which they did. Littlest informed me, with great seriousness, that she had learnt that the Queen does not always wear a crown. Sometimes, she wears a hat. Now that's what I call an education!
I've got my own jubilee to celebrate. This is my 100th post!
Because I'm a sentimental sort of gal, I thought I should wear the dress I wore for my first ever blog post. Don't bother going back to look at it, it was a bit shit. I was very nervous, but so wanted to play with the cool girls!
What a difference 9 months makes. It's hard to explain how blogging, and developing relationships with women I've never met, can be so life-changing and confidence-building. I can only say that however the magic happens, I'm truly grateful that it does.
You ladies make me wanna twirl! Blurrily.
It's the dance photo equivalent of a slurred, pissed-up I love you. No, really, I do. You're my best friend. I really bloody love yoooouuuu. Before the room starts spinning and it's time to go to bed.
So on this, the occasion of my 100th post, I'd like to say thank you to all of you - those who've stuck with me from the start, and those who have joined along the way, and those who just pop in occasionally. Without you, I'd just be wittering on to myself. And it's much more fun wittering on to you!
Everyone should have their own jubilee!