Mothering Sunday

I haven't done an awful lot today. I've hung some washing on the line, and it's still there, and when Mr F went off to the rugby at Stade Rochelais I settled down on the sofa for the afternoon.
Mr F came home and cooked the dinner and I talked to my children, and am now watching the piggies on Countryfile with a glass of wine!
Can't believe that the pig farm owners are worried about their business when we are out of Europe as they export there, yet they all voted to leave!