Despite my very best intentions I was not up in time to make my wonderful Mum a cup of tea or breakfast in bed for her 51st birthday, utterly disappointed in myself and shamed after
she made
me tea in bed, I embarked upon the joyous task of cleaning the house.
Three hours later, after dancing around the house with the rather marvelous new hoover, dusting anything with a surface (including the armchairs), sorting/folding/hanging the washing and other general tidying stuff (including polishing Bruce's slobber off the windows), I sat down to finish what was supposed to be her birthday card.
Another three hours later, after a burnt lunch of Tesco's Chicken Enchilada and two big cups of Earl Grey, and I was finished. Cue sudden panic to leave the house in time to:
-collect the (hopefully successful) scanned, mounted and framed copy of the painting of St Basil's Cathedral
-get some fruit and cream for the meringues and some wrapping paper
-decorate the dining room
-wrap the damn picture and with any luck brush my teeth and have a wash.
No such luck for the latter two but the copy turned out to be quite good, Mum loved it and the picture of the thirteen domes (which she will have framed later).
We had Jo, Paul, Sam and Sarah around along with Nan and us four, we tucked into a load of Chinese takeaway, followed by super chewy meringues which almost glued everyone's mouths shut - silence at the table throughout.
It is so good to be back home and amoung family especially as this time last year Mum was so ill on her birthday and instead of spending the day treating her I spent the day taking glasses of water and honey on toast. Being able to do things like tidying the house and paint a picture is so nice, especially because it means being off work (hoo-flippin-ray). We are heading into Kingston tomorrow for a spot of 'Mother-of-the-Bride' shopping and a bit of mother and daughter time.
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