Is it Mother’s Day, though, or would Mothers’ Day be more appropriate? I have all the flowers, obviously, courtesy of my lovely Offspring, and I ate all the cake, courtesy of R’s generosity and my own shameless greed. But I have a nagging feeling that other people might be involved in this thing too somehow, and that single possessive apostrophe suggests that I’m treating it as belonging exclusively to me.
It’s a bit of a worry, quite frankly.
In other bad news, the weather went off again today: it rained, quite hard, and the wind was cold and cutting. HOW DARE IT??? Doesn’t it realise that this was supposed to be my very own best special day?? Just rude, basically.
R and I went out anyway, because it was better than continuing to wallow in the cold and soggy trench we call home. And yes, we got wet, and had to cut the riverside walk short and scuttle back to the car. But not before we’d had coffee and cake at Gail’s, so that improved things. And en route to and from Stratford we were able to listen to quite a bit of the new Simon Mason thriller on Audible, which has us both gripped. If you don’t know the Ryan Wilkins books I recommend them – but I’d suggest that you read them in order because there’s a definite narrative arc to the series.
R: L2. C6, D17.
