I do not normally write on a Saturday because of it being too busy at work, but I thought I would leave just a few words in honour of my mother, since Mothering Tuesday is a day or two early this year.
I remembered in time, and am pleased with myself, not to mention surprised. I told Mark about it, and he said there isn’t much post on and off their oil rig, so I agreed to deputise and dispatch his mother’s card on his behalf as well, so in fact I have remembered twice.
I have not remembered quite as spectacularly as Number Two Daughter, who sent me a box of splendid-looking wine this morning. I am not going to tell anybody about this in case they volunteer to help me to drink it. It really is splendid-looking wine as well, that is to say, it is not in a box whose only labelling says Asda’s Red Wine Drink Responsibly, nor a murky-looking bottle labelled Indian Restaurant Cut-Price Alcohol Purchased By Muslims Who Won’t Ever Taste It Themselves.
Dear Mum, I am sorry I did not send you half a dozen bottles of wine but if you promise to keep it a secret I will share some with you next time we meet.
Dear the rest of my offspring. Of course it is not a competition but Number Two Daughter has definitely won this year.
I have had a busy day. I have been out over the fells, please do not take springtime seriously yet because it is not showing up here, I can promise you, the howling gale on the fells was icy, even the birds were staying indoors. I cleaned my taxi out when I got back, because it was horrid. This was not so much the passenger seats, but the driver’s seat and the boot, which looked as though they had been occupied by a person covered in sawdust and some muddy dogs respectively.
After that I sawed up some firewood. It is so cold that I have changed my mind about being grateful for firewood. Thank goodness we have got plenty of it.
Anyway, Mum, Happy Mothering Tuesday, early this year. I suppose I have also lost the not-a-competition since I don’t doubt that my siblings will be showering you with flowers and lunch out and all that sort of thing, but I was thinking of you. Thank you for all of those years of thoughtful parenting. It must have worked because I turned out mostly all right in the end. Good Effort, as my tutors might say.
Lots Of Love,
Number One Daughter
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Might say that you have in fact won the not-a-competion since you are the only one who has sent a card. Well done, but remember for next year that wine is a good substitute for a card.
I have discovered that this year for myself, thank you.