Yesterday we had a street party - weird one, but very rewarding.

Ours is a cul-de-sac, and front gardens are parking/driveways. So we all sat 12 metres apart. One household had a barbecue and bluetooth boombox.

I suggested Vera Lynn so we had There'll Blue Birds Over, the White Cliffs of Dover, & We'll Meet Again** (again and again) and another I suggested I'm Gonna Get Lit, when the Lights Go On In London which couldn't have been more "in context".

Two houses are empty, my immediate neighbour has COPD so couldn't participate. One misery-guts (we have form) next door to Dan the organiser never showed a mangy tail. His other neighbour is old and virtually house-bound and he braved the chill of evening longer than I did, his wife made up with cheery abandon. Sarah opposite is another cheer leader and she was getting louder as the afternoon alcohol wore on. Dan organised a bingo session which, considering the alcohol he was downing, was a successfully completed, if hilariously slowly. His little kid helping very diligently, and more soberly.

One neighbour had to go off to a care home to work, and her mom-in-law has home carers so we all clapped them up & down the road to & from their cars.

All-in-all a bizarre and very silly event. But strangely so enjoyable.

**Youtubes all, one an interview with Vera Lynn