Mothering Sunday in the UK occurs on the fourth Sunday in Lent, this year the 10th March and the offspring made it a very special occasion for me (as usual).
Because B was working the weekend we
celebrated the day early – on Friday we
spent the day in Lichfield and the itinerary included visiting as many of the
charity shops as we could find where I was able to buy some of the Agatha
Raisin detective books on my wish list.
MC Beaton has written a series of murder mysteries, with the sort of
charm that you can read them without getting nightmares. There are a couple of
dozen titles and I am trying to read them in the order in which they were
written. I recommend them if you want something light to read.
At the other end of the literary spectrum,
we visited the Dr Samuel Johnson Museum, Lichfield
being his birthplace and the Museum being housed in his birthplace, at the
centre of the city. Amongst other
achievements he compiled a dictionary, published in 1755, and for his efforts
was given an honorary doctorate from Oxford
University.
We had a meal at a pub and then we
meandered back home calling in at two garden centres to try and purchase some
climbing fuchsias but it is too early in the season so that treat will come
later.
On Saturday I received a bouquet of flowers
from A and RM. They are now in a vase in
the hall, where it is cooler than the rest of the house so they will last a
long time and they are the first thing I see when I come downstairs in the
morning. They are beautiful.
I had phone calls from both B and A on
Mothering Sunday to wish me Happy Mother’s Day and then the bonus of some
photos of last year’s family holiday arrived in an email from G and B.
Thank you all for making Mothering Sunday
so special.
