Mothers Day

I no longer have my dear mum but I went to the cemetary to put some flowers on her grave .Always uplifts me ,strange as it may seem.
Picked my Dad up on the way back and brought him home with me.We have a routine on a Sunday.He comes over by public transport(his choice), Nick cooks breakfast and makes him fried bread , he stays about an hour and a half then I give him a lift to the station.

The boys were great (my other half was in Warwick so I know it was all their own work).They bought me a massive card reading"to the best mum in the world" big pic of a carribean island with the words" we are going to send you to the place where bananas and pineapples come from" Inside...yes..youve guessed it...TESCO!
And I got a shaking thing with glitter in it and a teddy bear that said "mum" on the outside , together with an oil burner and essential oils.So sweet.They know I love that kind of thing.
The other half came back and we went out for a meal in the evening.All booked, yippee, no cooking.
On the way to the restaurant we got "egged" by some little b******s lurking in the bushes and chucking eggs at cars. Felt like a brick hitting the car but when checked only an egg.God only knows what pleasure they derived from it.Freezing cold, snowing, dark and they had to wait alongside the mainroad until the attack.
Anyway, arrived at the restaurant...slight problem...Pete couldnt remember which restaurant he had booked for! Well, not quite true.He knew the name and its phone number but its location didnt appear to be where he thought.We then proceeded to walk the length of Hatch End high street, looking for Fellinis.Found it.Turns out it was their fault.They had moved from across the road to the new location.
All was well.
One bottle of nice chianti and a good meal later, back home , in the warm to watch 24.
I must get on with my work now!! Bad bad girl!