We didn't celebrate too much today. It's cold and wet and frankly, if I don't organise it, nothing much happens. I haven't been in the mood for organising a pissup in a brewery or a shag in a brothel let alone a Mother's Day lunch.
We did head up the coast yesterday though to celebrate my father in law turning 80 even though it was back in March and to have a pre-Mother's Day picnic with my mother in law. The waves lapped, the brides were out in force having their photos taken on the beach, the wine was cool and the sun warm. All in all a lovely day except for the rugby player who was carried off in an ambulance!
Pelicans pootled . . .
People pottered . . .
Boats bobbed . . .