So we didn't go to the Big Lunch. Rain stopped play. To celebrate the Jubilee we went to my mum's and had a super Sunday lunch. My dad was going to pick the girls up early, whilst I made the above patriotic pav, so that they could join in with the Jubilee treasure hunt that was being held in mum and dad's village (the parentals no longer live in Spain). However, the heavens opened and the treasure hunt was abandoned, but we had a lovely family time despite the weather. There were lots of roast potatoes and laughter and a big, creamy pudding. Then my dad lit the woodburner and we turned on the telly and watched an 85 year old woman travel up the Thames on a barge, getting frozen to the bone. This is what it means to be British. God save the Queen.