There was definitely a different start to my Mothering Sunday this year. Most years I get brought breakfast in bed on a tray but this year as I awoke and lay there for a while I realised that I would probably still be waiting this time tomorrow. I called out for Alice and Lucy but there was not answer. Mmm, I could hear them watching TV. A lot of selective hearing goes on in this house every now and then. I resorted to texting Lucy.."tea and cereal please." Nothing. I texted Alice the same. Nothing. I lay for a bit longer thinking how lazy I am - I mean who actually texts their daughters for their breakfast on Mothering Sunday? It wouldn't be quite so bad if we lived in a large house but we live in a shoe box.
I finally got my breakfast and one card. A homemade one too - they are the best. Lucy had blu tacked (for easy removal) a photo of Chris on the front and inside put a photo of Gwyneth (looking stunning as per usual) with a large red cross over her face. Hmm, that did bring a smile to my lips - well a huge laugh actually.
During our visit to Totnes on Saturday I chose 2 gifts. The first one was a notebook (yes, I know, another notebook. I'm obsessed with notebooks
particularly if they have a bird theme.) When I given it on Sunday I found this inside.
Alice's 'card' was a 4 page poem in my new notebook. So sweet. The pages of the notebook are lovely too.
Tom's card is yet to arrive. Bless him. We will say no more.
The gift I chose in Gazebo was this fantastic towel.
I just love it. It is from a company called Pip Studio from the Netherlands and I can see it being the next big thing. I actually prefer this towel to my Cath ones. Yes, I really do. They had a turquoise towel too which I loved just as much but didn't think the turquoise would go so well with the blue wallpaper in the bathroom. I keep going to the bathroom just to look at it. Silly me.
And the best part of the day (we also went for a walk at Dartington which I'll post about tomorrow) was at bedtime. Anth and I were play fighting in bed and were laughing so loudly that we woke Alice up. She was cross. Lucy was getting fed up but that only made me laugh more. They used to wake me nightly once upon a time...how things have changed!
Perhaps they should have texted us to be quiet......!
