J is for Janice (that's me!) . . .
. . . and Jenna (that's her!)
. . . and Jenna (that's her!)
J is for Jamboree, a boisterous frolic, a spree in which some of the following might be involved . . . John Smith's . . .
. . . and Jacob's Creek . . .
. . . and jam which Bonne Maman calls conserve but I've cunningly turned the jar to conceal the word . . .
. . . and jelly which I hadn't made for years until recently when one of my grandchildren, a junior in the tribe, made some one day at our house and reawakened my interest . . .
. . . and jelly babies which another junior tribe member gave me! 
Are you jealous of all the goodies here? Some of the images are blurry and out of focus - can you wonder with all that booze and sugar?
. . . and jelly which I hadn't made for years until recently when one of my grandchildren, a junior in the tribe, made some one day at our house and reawakened my interest . . .. . . and jelly babies which another junior tribe member gave me! Are you jealous of all the goodies here? Some of the images are blurry and out of focus - can you wonder with all that booze and sugar?Thank you to Mrs Nesbitt for this jolly, jaunty meme.
