I hope you (if you’re a Mummy, obviously. If not why are you reading this? Go and do the dishes) had a wonderful, relaxing day being pampered. I was woken with a cup of tea, a glass of juice, cards and presents: a bottle of champagne and two glasses from Hubby, a Cascada CD from #1, a The Feeling CD from #2 and a 10 Euro HMV voucher from Lewis Winthorpe III (my surrogate, furry, foster child). Being a control freak in the kitchen, I obviously didn’t allow the children to fulfil their promise of providing us with a roast chicken dinner fit for a Queen, but I did allow some supervised chopping, stirring and mashing, which is the next best thing. #1 cut the lemon, stuffed it ‘up the chicken’s bottom’ (anatomically incorrect, but hey, he was helping), smothered it with butter and oil, salt and pepper and shoved it in the oven. He also mashed swede and made Cranberry Bellinis (yum). #2 did very little apart from polish off two portions of the chocolate cake with gooey melted chocolate centre (I made a normal chocolate cake but stuffed half a bar of dark chocolate into the centre of the raw mix) but he has got a bad gum. They washed and dried up between them and received the weekly verdict: ten Euro each! (extra because of good school behaviour and traumatic dental experience - or it could be that the Bellinis had loosened Hubby up a bit more than normal?).
Anyoo, I’m off for a walk with Luigi Tagliatelle Bolognesi and then my Mothers’ Day snooze on the sofa. Whatever you’re up to, have a fab day. Oh and Mum, I love you. Everything I am I owe to you (don’t worry, I’m not bitter). Thanks for everything! xxx



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