Is it Mothering Sunday?

It did not start well.
Scout woke late (my fault?)and had to get ready to get to school for an event (preparation for Duke of Edinburgh Award). I had forgotten to put the bread maker on last night and flew out of bed in a panic. There was a flurry of activity, entailing me cooking some of that old standby ‘the part-cooked French stick’ from the freezer and packing a ‘kit lunch’ (ham and cheese in a plastic container as the bread was too warm to assemble into a sandwich immediately) while  intermittently calling upstairs to check he was still getting ready. Overnight guest was dispatched home, a bag was thrown together, a few more cross words were exchanged and then the lift arrived. Continue reading “Is it Mothering Sunday?”