Valet.

I don't really do Mother's Day, or Mothering Sunday as it should be known. I didn't much get it when I was young, my mother and I fell out a long time ago and since I've known them,  the girls have always spent it with their mum, as they should. 

Instead I had a fab riding lesson, in the fog (it was about 10 degrees colder than yesterday) and then went for a walk with Himself to inspect the trees I planted a few weeks ago. They're all still alive, which is good.

I also washed the car. It hasn't been done since before Christmas (and isn't due a valet service for another six months) so I thought it was time. I remember now why I didn't want another black car.