The day started off so well. My family gave me lovely presents, I had a lie in and the sun was shining. I phoned my Mum to wish her a Happy Mother's Day and we arranged for us to pop in and see her later on in the day. Make sure it's after the Liverpool match she said we're looking forward to it. My Mum and Dad are both Liverpudlians and although we have lived down here for years they are Liverpool FC fanatics.
We were going to Polsedon Lacey in Bookham to walk the dogs after lunch and then have some tea and cakes in the courtyard cafe there, before going to see my Mum. I have been looking forward all week to this day. Just before we had our lunch the phone rang and my poor Dad's shaky voice told us my Mum had fallen and the neighbours had taken her to hospital. A quick dash to Epsom District and there she was with a badly fractured wrist. I felt so sorry for her she looked so pale and frail sitting there. After hours sitting around whilst she was X-Rayed and seen by different people the outcome was she has to go back in on Wednesday and almost certainly have surgery as it is such a bad break. On the plus side all the staff couldn't believe she was 90 which I'm sure made her feel a bit better.
As we got her back home I helped her out of her coat and into her armchair. "Did Liverpool win?" she asked. When I told her they had won 2-1 she replied "Oh well the day hasn't been too bad then!"
Tonight I'm going to sit down with a glass (or two) of Baileys, admire my flowers and eat a few chocolates and be grateful we are all here to tell the tale. Polesden Lacey will be there another day and it all could have turned out so much worse. I hope everyone had a lovely Mother's Day with a little less drama than mine.
