Since it is Mother's Day in Thailand it seems an appropriate time to acknowledge the role played by mums, mae or, for North American friends, "moms". We must also not forget the madres, mamas and maters around the globe. For most of us, our mum is the best in the world, which is the way it should be. Mums are after all, quite useful. As someone once observed: "God couldn't be everywhere so he created mothers."
Mother's Day in the UK falls at a different time of the year, in March, the start of spring. I remember as a nipper being given a couple of shillings by my dad to go down the shops and buy some flowers for the lady of the house. I returned clutching a bunch of daffodils, despite our garden at the time already being full of "daffs". My mum didn't mind of course and reacted as if she had never seen such magnificent blooms before.
One year, my elder brother and I decided to pick our own flowers for mum and set forth on a bluebell expedition. I was too young for a bike and was perched on the handlebars of my brother's velocipede. We ventured into the Chilterns and near Henley-on-Thames found a wood with a lovely carpet of bluebells which we picked and stuffed in the saddlebag.
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