There was a knock on the door earlier, I answered it to find a firefighter on my doorstep, he was carrying flowers and a box of chocolates.
My next door neighbour nearly wet herself, 'Oooh my favourite fantasy' she gushed.
My poor son just looked embarrassed.
'Happy mothers day for tomorrow' he said.
Scrimping and saving, ranting and raving. Past retirement age.
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