Mothering Sunday

Yesterday was Mothering Sunday in the UK - I know the USA readers will be scratching their heads, this is our version of Mother's Day but a different date for some reason.

Anyway - I got up and made the tea, and breakfast, and did most of the washing up. I prepared and cooked all the roast dinner. Daughter-of-Furtheron made a stunning Lemon Meringue pie. Mrs F invited her Mum up for lunch. I did the washing up - although moaning about the cheap liquid we've bought, the bubbles don't last.

Son-of-Furtheron excelled himself having already ensured a bunch of flowers had been delivered and sent a lovely card. He then also phoned to wish her a Happy Day before setting out on some mammoth walk with the university photo club.

I even managed to mow the grass and do some weeding as well in the sunshine, accompanied by next doors cat who insists on catching bees. Idiot!

Comments

  1. Candy's daily Dandy23 March 2009 at 15:19

    Sounds like a wonderful day to honor thy mother!

    For the record: us mothers really appreciate it when you do stuff like that!!

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  2. Ken Skinner23 March 2009 at 15:42

    We stuffed our guts with take-away curry! Very traditional!

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  3. Sara23 March 2009 at 19:19

    Lucky Mrs F! Good for you for being so thoughtful

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  4. Liz Hinds25 March 2009 at 11:06

    Sounds like a lovely day for Mrs F.

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