It's Mothering Sunday

So the boy came home...armed with chocolates and flowers for his Mummy. No teacher to guide the making of a card any more, no wife to steer the choice of gift...just his own good taste to lead him to this lovely bunch of my favourite tulips.

As for the chocolates, well it seems that passing the shop in Camden Passage is torture enough, so an excuse to try these yummy artisan chocolates with curious flavours such as marmite and guinness, raspberry and dark chocolate truffles was seized upon - and I'm glad that I was that excuse!!

Mark and Edward cooked Sunday lunch for Bettine and I - and best of all, washed up afterwards too.

Well, Mark did, anyway. Edward had the two of us to entertain with "tales of the office" and other such delights. Oh, and chocolates to sample...

In Glasgow

I know they are here somewhere