Mothering Sunday. It is also weigh in day for me so I get to the scales and leap on to see if I have earned my rest day and my treat.

90.3 Kilos

I am pleased and mildly surprised but hey go me. My partner had slipped out to the shop to get wrapping paper and some odds and ends and returns. Now for mothers day. So its me to make breakfast,which I do. We share a family breakfast and mothering Sunday cards and presents. Once we are replete we finish cards for our youngest daughter birthday and one of our nieces birthday. We ring our youngest daughter and chat to her for a while and arrange to ring her again on her birthday on Tuesday. I’ve cleared the kitchen and then we are ready to take cards to the post office and to drop off a present at my partners brothers house in the village. We have a rare and socially distanced doorstep chat, which is a pleasant diversion from the usual isolation. We walk home and I settle down to watch the international rugby as my weekly wash gets on with itself. The game is a good one and lives up to expectations. With the game over it was time to prepare the mothers day tea. I had managed to get some fresh trout sent to me so I dragged out my fish kettle, dressed the trout and got them gently bubbling away in white wine.

While waiting for the fish to steam I ring my sister and have a long chat and catch up with each other. Always an interesting chat and this was no different as we talked about art, magazines and eh COVID adventure. By the time we are through its time to serve the meal. It is a delight to eat a different protein and follow it up with white chocolate cheese cake. Post meal coffee and for my partner a brandy. The evening is all Bloodlands and blog before the football highlights. Its all normal family life today but tomorrow my partner gets the vaccination and I will retreat to the shed fort the day. This week requires the final push to 90 kilos or less.