It was Mother’s Day here on Sunday.

I didn’t get flowers. We don’t have them in the house because S will try to eat the flowers and drink the water.

S usually makes some sort of card at school but I searched his book bag in vain. I think they were too busy with Red Nose Day last week as I had earlier in the week been presented with a keyring with a very unflattering photo of S wearing his Red Nose! (For readers outside the UK , Red Nose Day is a bi-annual national fundraising day for the charity Comic Relief www.rednoseday.com)

I did, however, get a box of chocolates from M, together with a card which he forgot to also sign for his brother. S can only write his name with a lot of help. But it was special, because for the first time ever M had chosen and paid for the chocolates and card himself rather than rely on his father to get them.

The words on the card read:

‘A toast to you on Mother’s Day, the woman who taught me everything….call yourself a responsible parent?’

Says it all really!