Mother's Day

Kitchen is a tip because I have felt entitled to ignore it; bed is covered with books to be reviewed because I may be at home but I still have to work. My ear, however, is cocked to the stairwell and I hear Constance, the eldest, ask Freddy, the youngest if he might like to put some money towards the bunch of flowers and the Crunchie she has just purchased for Mothering Sunday. Fred has a think and then replies: Yes okay, I'll go up and ask mum for some.