We’ve never done that much in celebration of Mother’s Day, partly because I live two hours away from mine and partly because it’s a tad commercial. So, mum picks out something she needs – one year it was a new ironing board cover, oh, the glamour – and me and my brother cough up the pennies.
This year it’ll probably be something for the garden as she’s just bought a small piece of land to extend her kingdom in the shire. And I look forward to helping her pick something when we pop over for Easter.
So, in absence of seeing my mum today – and who I love lots and lots – here’s a bunch of flowers for you mum. They’re on my kitchen windowsill but they’re just for you x