My first Mother's Day

Erbie was very clever and got me a card with a picture of grapes and a lovely antique Wedgewood ring. The Guardian reader made breakfast, we went for a lovely walk and then opened the country pub for lunchtime ales. I stayed upstairs with Erbie for most of it, then we had a roast, sat in the sunshine and waited for the real landlord and landlady to return fromn holiday. it was a wonderful week playing pubs, but we had to return to London. 5 hours on the M4 aaaaahhhh. My cyclamen are dead. Ther flat looked lovely and tidy until our cases contents were strewn allover.