My mom called me last night at 12:31 am and woke me up. Her voicemail: "Good morning, it's your mother. I can't believe you're not out and about. I thought you'd be up. Probably in bed. How am I ever going to have grandchildren if you guys go to bed so early? Get out there and meet men! Heavens! Love you, bye."
Last time I was home, we had tea at the kitchen table, above. Antique lace tablecloth. English garden teacups. Pressure to have babies. Happy Mother's Day!