Concentration

Child labour is alive and well and living in our house. Elsie and Hannah peeled all the tatties, carrots and parsnips for tea tonight, and pronounced it great fun. They are besides themselves, desperate to give me whatever it is they have got me for Mother's Day. And then Fiona arrived at teatime with flowers, chocolate and wine. She knows me too well. I love my lovely daughters. I love my lovely son, too, but he is in Boston on business, so he won't be peeling any tatties for me.

There was a really distracting bright white in the background from the fridge. I've doctored it, but, although it looks better than it did, it isn't brilliant.