I love my Mum.
She’s always there when we need her, loves my girls to little bits and pieces, and doesn’t mind when I refer to her as Granny pants.
(Ok, maybe she minds a little bit.)
But this week she owes me.
Because this weekend it is her birthday.
And if Misses E and M had their way, my dear mother, lover of good wine, nice choccies,pretty things and occasionally jigsaws, would be receiving the following gift…
I believe my daughterly duties for the year are done.
No need to thank me Granny Pants.