Mothers

Mothering Sunday or whatever you might want to call it.

I think H's dad was tell a very interesting story at this point ;)

The day started with the last match of the season for the Aztecs, they drew which means that not only are they league champions but they are unbeaten. Alf scored 2 goals and was man of the match. Flipping marvellous.

Then home to roast a particularly lovely looking bit of beef. Always a challenge to get it right but I think we managed it, a proper roast with all the vegetables and stuff, along with a massive pile of Yorkshire puddings.

Alf and  have just watched the GP, oh my word poor Charles... How he deserved a win. Great race though.