The end of march brings around Mums birthday - as usual Alistair was extremely generous with the gifts and lavished mountains of chocolate on mum, and a card with a badge that she refused to wear on it.
For the birthday treat we went to a local farm that was lambing at the time, so Vicky could get to hold and feed a wee baby sheep (I’m led to believe they’re called lambs) under the pretense of it being all in aid of Alistairs education!