grab her, hug her and tell her you love her
It’s Mother’s Day. We have two cards out of three possibles from children not present in the house. The last one is still in bed and therefore hasn’t yet revealed the extent of his affections 🙂 I have undertaken to affix some old garden tools to the wall of the utility room and will thereafter make an attempt at the front hedge. There is also swimming to fit in as well as the preparation of this evening’s roast beef. A smaller joint than usual due to the absent 50%.
This Mother’s Day is somewhat poignant because both Anne and I lost our mothers in the intervening year. It is very sad but just thinking about her also makes me glow with warmth knowing what a wonderful Mam I had. Enjoy your mothers whilst you still can kids.
Our house this morning is one of real contrasts. I am sat in the kitchen listening to Classic FM. A relaxing Sunday morning sound.There is a loud squeaky noise coming from a radio in the utility room where Anne is busy painting the cupboards. Finally there is no noise from upstairs. The step ladders move.
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I’ve sorted all the veg for the roast. Made me think of the occasion where we had, Elise, a French exchange student staying with us over Mother’s Day weekend. On Sunday morning we went for a walk and ended up in Bells Tea shop/cafe at the top of Steep Hill. Notwithstanding the fact that we had a table out of the way upstairs next to the door to the kitchen the service was appalling. We were out of the way and forgotten. I will never return and cannot recommend it.
That afternoon we went to the Tower Hotel for a late lunch/early dinner. Actually there was nothing wrong with the service or the food really, although they had clearly had to come up with a mass producible menu for what must be one of their busiest weekends. What impressed me was the readiness with which our young French guest tucked in to everything put in front of her. She, at the tender age of 13. clearly had a sophisticated palate.
In my view it’s much easier to cook at home on occasions like this as restaurants will just be too busy for a comfortable experience.
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I am pleased to report that whilst I was out at Tesco some flowers have arrived from Anne. That would appear to be a full complement of tokens of love from the absentee children 🙂 What’s more the one remaining kid (ie John) has also delivered a handmade card which is always well received.
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I am now sat with a cup of tea in front of the fire. A bacon sandwich has been consumed and having tidied up the garage and moved my golf clubs in under the shelf the only real chore remaining before I cook dinner is to make the Yorkshire pud batter.
Pics from the day here.
Vid below
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