Mothering Sunday

Mothering Sunday (and everyone should refer to it in that manner for comedy value) was this past Sunday. And I was spoiled rotten. I had a glorious two hour lie-in to a leisurely rise at 8am, followed by French toast (sounds nicer than eggy bread right?) and gifts galore from my boys. A crafting book, two hand made cards and wrapping paper that was just too good to use later, we headed out to the garden centre to buy some flowers for the window boxes. This proved to be a bit too much for Oliver, who wanted to see the diggers in the toy display and Pip couldn't be drawn away from the mesmeric chickens in the £1000 run. Yes, you did read the noughts correctly.

Still, we made it to my folks house for a slap up bbq with Nonna, Big G and Terry, followed by silly garden games - the football croquet was a great hit, especially with Pip - and topped off with a finale of washing our very dirty car. Yes, you read that bit correctly too. It had been bugging me that the car was filthy after I'd cleaned it two weeks ago, so with easy access to a hose and hoover, I got my final present. A squeaky clean car!

The best Mama's day yet.

Thanks boys....


Oliver experimenting with some croquet footballs.