Role reversal...

This morning as I left Warwickshire, where I'd been staying with my friend since Friday, my heart felt heavy. My first stop was to be good ol' M & S to buy some flowers for Mother's Day. For some reason this year, I was totally unorganised, I'm not usually a last-minute type.

So there I was faced with an enormous display of flowers. I selected a gorgeous bouquet filled with huge pale pink roses, white alstroemeria and white alum lilies for my Mum. She has the perfect duck-egg vase for them.

Then I chose a more subtle spring bouquet of blue hyacinths, pink tulips and yellow daffodils. These I took to the cemetery. I know I'm not the only Mum in the world to do this on Mother's Day, but I felt very alone standing there in the sunshine, knowing that above and beyond anything, I will always be Tom's Mum...

Ps. It would be mean not to mention the wonderful bouquet No2 handed to me on his return from his Dad's this afternoon. It was one of those exotic mixtures (again, good ol' M & S!) with proteas and other unusual blooms. Something I would never choose, but often admire...