Scarecrow made, although it's in bits. Victoria sponge for the village competition done and dusted and bigger than Mr Grigg's.
Prams done for the pram race, Big Breakfast all set for tomorrow, village Jubilee poem written, laminated and ready to post in the empty shop window after I read it live from a 45ft trailer stage at our street party on Monday.
Coronation chicken done (recipe from parish magazine), jelly made for grandchildren tomorrow.
Grand playlist sorted. Session on the decks with Ding Dong Daddy and Number One Son on Sunday.
Family descending in Sheepwash, Bancroft, Odd-Job, Putter, Champagne-Charlie, Grigg household and everyone else's over the next few days.
There's even talk of a live webcam in the village square.
Phew, shattered already. And the Jubilee Weekend has not yet begun.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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