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smallhobbitIt was a weekend of surprises, good ones.
Firstly, my mother was surprised by her Mother's Day present. She doesn't really do Mother's Day, but who can resist snails bearing pansies. Even if she did think they were hippos.
Secondly, when we arrived home from the concert in Tewkesbury on Saturday evening, there, on the dining table, were these tulips.
Plus a dismantled wooden arbour seat. Clearly son had called by and delivered my Mother's Day flowers and SM's birthday present. I commented on this on Twitter, saying that coming home to find tulips and an arbour seat in one's dining room wasn't something which happened everyday.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flawedamythyst said it wouldn't be unusual for John Watson. Interestingly, I seem to have achieved a Watsonesque level of acceptance of these things, because it seemed perfectly normal to read the note saying the rest of the arbour was behind the curtain.
Lastly came the surprise daughter and I had orchestrated. She had arranged to meet us in London for the birthday celebrations. So SM was packed off to his concert, having only been allowed a light lunch, because I wasn't very hungry, and I insisted on taking his bag with me when I went to book into the Travelodge. I met up with daughter at Waterloo and we returned to the Purcell Rooms in time for her to greet him as he left the concert. He was totally surprised (yay, the planning worked!). Daughter then took us out for dinner before she returned to Coventry and we went to our concert.
Firstly, my mother was surprised by her Mother's Day present. She doesn't really do Mother's Day, but who can resist snails bearing pansies. Even if she did think they were hippos.
Secondly, when we arrived home from the concert in Tewkesbury on Saturday evening, there, on the dining table, were these tulips.
Plus a dismantled wooden arbour seat. Clearly son had called by and delivered my Mother's Day flowers and SM's birthday present. I commented on this on Twitter, saying that coming home to find tulips and an arbour seat in one's dining room wasn't something which happened everyday.
flawedamythyst said it wouldn't be unusual for John Watson. Interestingly, I seem to have achieved a Watsonesque level of acceptance of these things, because it seemed perfectly normal to read the note saying the rest of the arbour was behind the curtain. Lastly came the surprise daughter and I had orchestrated. She had arranged to meet us in London for the birthday celebrations. So SM was packed off to his concert, having only been allowed a light lunch, because I wasn't very hungry, and I insisted on taking his bag with me when I went to book into the Travelodge. I met up with daughter at Waterloo and we returned to the Purcell Rooms in time for her to greet him as he left the concert. He was totally surprised (yay, the planning worked!). Daughter then took us out for dinner before she returned to Coventry and we went to our concert.
