Monday
For one of the jubilees – I can’t remember which one as there have been so many of them and we have lived in the same house for nearly 30 years – it seemed as if you couldn’t move for street parties in our patch of south-west London. For this weekend’s coronation, there isn’t even one, so far as I know. It just feels as if no one is that bothered. We’d probably turn up to one if somebody else made the effort to organise it, but nobody has been prepared to make the first move.