It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK. Traditionally known as Mothering Sunday, our day for all things motherly falls on the middle Sunday of Lent. Which means that, like Easter, it’s a moveable feast.

In the ‘olden days’, girls and boys in service would be given a day’s leave to go home, and would often take flowers and a simnel cake with them. The cake (it being Lent) would be kept until Easter, which is the day we more usually associate it with now.

Well I’m cakeless, but armed with flowers….and off to pay a surprise visit to my lovely Mum (so I’m hoping she doesn’t read this before I get there!).

If you’re wondering what the photo has to do with anything, it’s one of her favourites. In fact, it hangs on her kitchen wall as a canvas print.

Now remember - if you see her, mum’s the word!

And if my surprise is sprung, then Happy Mother’s Day, Mum!

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