Spoiled for Choice

Well the obligatory Mothering Sunday tea and toast in bed served by excited children may have been missing, but the more grown up version of Prosecco , Gin, flowers and chocolate ensured a crumb free bed and many future evenings of over indulgence.

With the clocks having leapt forward an hour overnight, I was up with the lark preparing the slow cooker version of a chicken casserole in readiness for a meal with Granddaughter Robynn’s expected arrival from Sharjah this afternoon and David and Luca’s from deepest Morningside.
Then it was off for a Sunday morning coffee with daughter#1 who thought last week was Mothering Sunday but was prepared to celebrate it again today.

It’s such a beautiful day that there is still time for me to have a stroll around the Meadows in the sunshine before I have to don my pinny and play hostess with the new bob!