It’s Mothering Sunday and (as usual) I’m awake before anyone else and there is the most beautiful sunrise, a perfect gift. My teen boys prefer to stay up late and get up late, so my early mornings are spent with my fur baby Holly. I’ve woken to a surprise, a gorgeous hand made Mother’s Day card left on my bedside table, and I’m feeling so grateful. They know that a scribbled personalised card means more to me than any expensive gift, I guess I’m a hippy at heart. I’m thinking