Today is the eve of Shaun Goater Day, but it is also a celebration of something equally important. Whilst the title may appear like a click bait piece for a major newspaper publication, this is a message of hope and love. Happy Birthday to my Mam. The best of the best, and the only one to spend a day in 1982 forcing me out into the world like a long skriking jobby.

Homework: Interview with my Mum: 1

Go relax, enjoy, and spend quality time in York. Hux is with you eternally. Revisit memories with warmth, eat copious amounts of cake, wander the pathways, and drop into the churches and walled parts that both capture hearts and offer solace. In your absence, think about the strawberries as a large snail attacks them. Leave a birthday offering of chocolate biscuits before you exit the house.

Refer to: Mams, moms, mums… 妈妈

This has been a tough bloody year but you have been tougher. Find youth in your power and potential to deal with anything. Find hope in knowing your grandchild shall arrive here one day soon, no matter what. Find joy in the tenderness of the luck to share fantastic experiences with someone you love. Forget the garden that needs gardening. Remember to buy fig biscuits for a birthday treat to share.

See also: Dear Mum…

I’m sure that I speak on behalf of Astrid and Paul Jr., in saying that you are loved by us all, and it is unconditional. Happy birthday. Love from us all. Peace and love. 🐝

Previously: “OK, mum’s the word!”

2019 edition. Other Mummy bits.