(Grand) Mothers Day.Its the thought that counts.

I got a package from England the other day. Its contents were some old school reports ( I'll get to them another day ) and some photographs which I had once stuck into a school project many years ago.
The project was "My Profile" so needless to say the photos were all of me at various stages in my life.
Some of them should have never seen the light of day again but they made me smile anyway.

Anyway one of the photos was of me , my cousin Graham, my half brother Michael and my Grandmother. Most of you will probably remember that my Grandmother brought me up. So she was really more of a Mother then a Grandmother.

Anyway to my point. I think I was 7 or 8. The day before Mothers day mothers day ( mothers day is always in March in the UK) I thought that a bunch of daffodils would be a welcome gift. The only drawback was the fact that I never got any pocket money (allowance) of any sort to actually buy them.
A brainwave! The nextdoor neighbours front garden was jam packed with hundreds of daffodils surely no one would notice a few missing. The street outside was empty, the neighbours car was not parked in the street. Off I went on my mission I stepped on to our small patch of grass and went to the dividing picket fence. A quick glance into their window assured me I was safe. I leaned over the fence and began to pick the blooms, when I had a nice size bunch I dashed back into the house.
I hid them away in my room until the next day (Mothers day)
The next morning I went downstairs blooms in hand,
"Happy Mothers day" arm out stretched.
*Slap* she snatched the flowers out of my hand and threw them away.

The lessons learnt that day :

• When stealing flowers from a garden don't take them all from the same patch leaving an obvious space.
• Don't pick flowers from the corner nearest your fence , making it obvious that they were picked from your property.
  

This wasn't the worst mothers day though, the next year I had money. I bought a mug with the caption "worlds Best Mum". I don't recall what I'd done that time but I got it thrown back at me and she then ignored me for at least a month.

dont laugh!
From left to right : Michael, Nan, Me. With Graham front row.

* I don't know why its in black and white. Colour photos were around. Honest! I remember vaguely that we owned a Polaroid type camera that gave off instant B&W photos.

* I think I must have been around 4 on that pic, because my hair is quite longish. It was hacked off in readiness of my starting school ( so that I wouldn't get head lice...)

* My head isn't that shape now... I must have had a lot of "volume" in my hair that day. Which is odd because now my hair is as flat as a pancake. Even hairdressers complain that it never wants to stay into the style they are trying to blow dry it into.

* Michael my half brother is 13 months younger then me.

*Graham is wearing those baby type shorts that are made big and baggy to cover a nappy (diaper) LOL.

* The house behind us is the very spot said daffodils were stolen from.
AKA the scene of the crime.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.