So, my fortieth Mothering Sunday. Although I don’t remember the first few. We don’t always agree, my mum and I. We might argue about politics (she’s quite a lot more right wing than me, mainly from reading the Daily Mail). But, honestly, these days, we mostly do. It’s nice, that. I like that I have parents, both mum and dad, who I can ring up and tell them about how work is going and who I’m hoping to get as clients and which flats I want to buy.
If you’re currently avoiding talking to your parents, because they’re just annoying or something… you should think about rebuilding that bridge. It’s worth hearing from them.
Really. I’m glad I hear from mine. Happy Mother’s Day, mum.