Mother's Day

Lizzie came out relatively lightly from her head on encounter with the terrace tiles yesterday afternoon.  5 hours at A and E and a jaw diagnosed as fractured, she came home late last night and curled up in bed with the dog..  Downstairs disturbing news was coming from Barcelona, so we all rallied round and managed to convince Ju  to not drive home through the night.  He acquiesced and turned up at lunchtime today with a night's sleep behind him and a bag of spuds.  

It's mother's day here in France.  My children in Ireland had clearly forgotten.  I hadn't mind and had even had the forethought to buy one of Diant's chocolate hearts yesterday (before Lizzie broke her jaw on the tiles).  We broke it into little pieces and told her to let them melt on her tongue.