Rained all day today on Mother's Day in London. Normally we'd get a takeaway or goto a nice restaurant and have a big nosh up with some grog, before settling back home and chilling out.
Sometimes my own mother might be involved but as she says she doesn't believe in it, it's a bit haphazard how often that occurs. And with me having coughing fits every night, my best Mother's Day gift for her right now is isolation.
And the wining and dining playbook doesn't fit so well with a diet . Also it requires a bit of planning, which I had manifestly failed to do this year, rather thinking we might play it by ear. Big mistake.
It's only when you've started to build a family do you realise the vast number of traps that are set up each month throughout the year to make you disappoint your partner. January it's Loki's extra birthday (he gets two per anuum, so technically he's six) which has to be perfect else we've failed him as parents. February it's Valentine's Day. March it's first day of Spring, International Women's Day and then Mother's Day all in a bum's rush.
April it's Easter, except when you live with a Romanian, there's two Easters because the Orthodox Easter is never the same date as the other one.
Oh, and tomorrow it's Ramadan. So depending on how the weigh-in goes, we might find ourselves on that too.
Happy Mother's Day everyone.
Mother’s Day is total nonsense. Where does it end? Son’s Day?
High standards, boys and girls 😁