For all the mothers out there, Happy Mothering Sunday.

For everyone else, be nice to your mothers and let her sleep. Traditionally, of course, you should return to your mothership, the church where you were baptised, but in lieu of that: honour your mother. Flowers and chocolates and good behaviour.

Frankly, I’m too tired from a second First Year of Motherhood to think straight enough to write anything else, so have some more daffodils.

See you again next week, when I should be back to normal schedules.