Mother's Day

Up fairly early, as there were things to be done. At my desk for a bit this morning, and speaking to Mum on Mother's Day. Then off to Pat and Maureen's place to trundle them in wheelchairs off to meet Delores in The Plough, where we had a table booked for a late lunch. I like pushing Maureen and begin most journeys by laughing malevolently and telling her that she's in my power. Lorraine got lovely messages and cards from Beth and -- remarkably -- even Enzo.

We made it to the Plough, where they had forgotten that there were wheelchairs involved despite being told twice in advance. Found our place, and found Delores. Unfortunately the service was excruciatingly slow, so that our mains didn't arrive for an hour and forty minutes. I complained about this twice and ended up feeling very angry, I felt a bit bad about this afterwards, but Delores said it was exciting, which made me laugh. However otherwise we had a nice enough time. I won't be going back.

The weather impressive from Pat and Maureen's flat, the sea roughening and the rain lashing in. We then popped in to see Beth and James and Enzo. On the way home, Lorraine got called by Maureen and had to go around again immediately. We did however collect two pots made my Lorraine, which were excellent. 

Home and we had collected lots of veg from the garden, and Lorraine had turned this into a vast vat of vegetable soup. This was surprisingly delicious, and we ate a good bowl of this and saved five tupperware containers to freeze. Then a bit of a frenzy of packing and tidying, the last few episodes of Schitt's Creek and then to bed. A nice text from Wynford this evening.

Below Lorraine's nice little bowls.