By the time you read this column, the Jubilee will be over, but as I write, the celebrations are still in full swing.
I have to say that the concert was my favourite part so far, though some of the acts left me a little traumatised to say the least.
For instance, Sir Cliff Richard wearing a salmon suit, diamond tie and doing dance moves I have not seen since my relatives took to the floor at my wedding in 1997.
Then there was Cheryl Cole, looking remarkably like Shania Twain – so much so that I thought it actually was Shania – until she opened her mouth to sing, that is.
But apart from the one or two downsides, the concert was absolutely amazing, and as the sun set and Madness took to playing Our House on top of Buckingham Palace roof, I was in heaven.
To see the palace lit up in the colours of our flag was nothing less than spectacular.
When Sir Paul McCartney sang Let It Be I was pretty overcome; it really summed up the whole atmosphere.
At the end when the Queen and Prince Charles took to the stage, it was the crowning glory of the whole evening.
I’m sure everyone felt for Her Majesty when Charles mentioned the illness of Prince Philip, though our Queen got on with proceedings and lit the huge beacon. Finally came the firework display which almost put New Year to shame.
The entire evening made me so happy and proud to be British but at the same time it was also bittersweet, thinking about those people in my life who have left me since the Queen took to the throne. Since I wasn’t born until 1970, everyone in my life lived under the Queen’s rule, and one by one my great- grandparents and then my grandparents have all passed away.
My gran’s favourite singer was always Shirley Bassey and seeing her on stage brought back memories of my gran singing along at family weddings.
Those days may be gone, but the jubilee celebrations gave us a wonderful opportunity to look back over the past 60 years and celebrate not only the reign of the Queen, but also the wonderful people we have had in our own lives.