I never really thought about being a mum. As a younger woman, I rarely dreamt of marriage or children. I think I just expected to get married and have kids at some point. It never occured to me to wonder or imagine how it might all turn out.
I have to say, I feel mighty fortunate. We're all healthy. We're OK for funds. We live in a lovely part of the world (too far from the sea for my liking but that's being picky) and we get to do most of the things we want to do.
I was brought breakfast in bed and presented with some horticultural necessities by my offspring today and spent the morning pottering about the garden, planting dahlias, sowing seeds and filling our brown bin with a few more twigs and greenery. We went out for lunch with Granny and filled ourselves with roast dinner and pudding. Those that wanted to watched the rugby and I played with all the patterns and articles I've been editing from my enormous collection of knitting magazines.
Nothing much has happened. There have been no dramas. Just the way I like my Sundays to be.