The sun peeped out so I went for a walk into town and came across the Continental Market I thought was on weeks ago. Luckily they hadn't closed up so I bought a china pig (pressy) and Told the lady. Funnily enough earlier today she had been talking to someone who is volunteering in Africa for Three months on a Hospital Boat. Small world - Big Africa.
Went on to the Estate Agent where my son works on a Sunday (choosing my moment carefully to minimise familial embarassment) and Told them, but am dubious that it will amount to much.
Enjoying the sun on the way back I encountered a lady involved in many Good Works, so Told her and then grilled her for some tips on fundraising; she was very helpful. So helpful, in fact, that I was loath to let her go and she ended up pleading with me that she had to go to catch a coach into London. How embarassing!
And it seems that half the Town remembered Mothers' Day as returning home I must have seen dozens of men levering ancient Mums into cars outside restaurants and houses. It is clearly The Thing to feed your Mum on Mothers Day. (What am I saying - that is exactly what I will be doing later. No hang on, she is bringing a shepherd's pie with her. How on earth did that happen? Aaarrgh! Guilt, all part of a daughter's job description.)
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