C'est aujourd'hui la Fête des Mères, enfin ce l'est en Amérique du Nord et ailleurs, pas en Angleterre où je réside. Je l'observe deux fois dans l'année. Mais bon, même si je la célèbre plus en mars, à l'heure anglaise si je puis dire, j'ai quand même pensé à appeler ma mère aujourd'hui, avec petit loup, et lui ai souhaité une joyeuse Fête des Mères. C'est ma bonne action filiale de la journée.
C'est aujourd'hui la Fête des Mères, au moins dans une partie du monde. Alors bonne Fête des Mères à toutes les mamans qui me lisent. Je sais qu'il y en a au moins trois: ma belle-mère, ma mère et ma femme. Peut-être deux de mes belles-soeurs aussi. J'oublie souvent la Fête des Mères parce qu'ici, on la célèbre en mars. Ce qui fait que je dois envoyer mes voeux à deux moments dans l'année.
Today is Mother's Day here in the UK' so happy Mother's Day to all mothers reading this (there are at least three). Two days ago, I was telling my wife I had to go to the shop and buy something for Mother's Day, she told me I should not worry: it's later in the year in Québec and in any case, my mother is on the other side of the Atlantic, so I cannot send her anything on time. And I said: "Well, yes, you're right, and anyway what other mother do I know here? I'll ask Wolfie if he'd like to give a Mother's Day present to someone." And then my wife laughed because she knew she had said something silly. But all jokes and new great unknown lines aside, it kind of shows how motherly she is: she thinks about others before she thinks about herself.
It is Mother's Day today. Or rather it was, as it is late and well, pretty much over. Mother's Day in the UK comes in March, usually the third Sunday of the month. Or so I thought until now. That shows how little I still understand about the traditions of my country of adoption. For me, Mother's Dayhas always been a May thing. But anyway, this year it came earlier, because it's the fourth Sunday of Lent, apparently. So yeah, it came earlier and, to be honest, far too early for my taste. We didn't celebrate much, because we wanted to do house work. But as Wolfie was sick yesterday, we did not prepare anything at all, or indeed did much housework. Yet it might be fitting: being a parent is all about, well, being a parent, so taking care of our children when they are not well. So it was a fitting way to remind my wife that she is a mother.
Je voulais souligner la Fête des Mères ici, tout d'abord en souhaitant joyeuse Fête des Mères à toutes les mères qui lisent Vraie Fiction. Je veux dire, à part ma mère et ma femme. Et ma belle-mère. Je l'ai souhaitée d'ailleurs à ma mère, ma femme et ma belle-mère. Cela dit, c'est surtout à ma mère que je le souhaite aujourd'hui, parce qu'en Angleterre, on la fête en mars. Ce qui me donne souvent des maux de têtes (et parfois des oublis). Dans tous les cas, aujourd'hui c'est pour moi la Fête des Mères, prise 2.
It is Mother's Day today. I have prepared fairly little I must confess, but my wife will have a chocolate box if nothing else. Covid cases have been really high recently, so we are not sure if we will go out or not. In any case, celebrating motherhood is just one of the many ways to celebrate the children you have (celebrations are all about the children when you are a family), so this will most likely be Wolfie's Day. That said, I promised to his mother that today will not be dominated by trains, trucks ad tractors.
It is a shame that I missed it for Mother's Day, but wanted to share it here. You may remember that back in 2014 I went to see the National Theatre's production of Medea, by Euripides. One of my best theatre experience. And on Mother's Day, their Facebook page released this picture. I thought it was hilarious. It is a rather dark joke if you know the myth, but I really laughed a lot.
It is Mother's Day today in the UK, which always represents a challenge for me. For years, all I had to remember is to send an email to or call my mum, now I have to make it a special day for my wife AND make it entertaining for Wolfie too. In the end, it's all about the children when you have them, until they grow up. So I went to M&S and bought my wife a few treats, including this Percy Pig cake. Because she loves the colour pink and she loves Percy Pig stuff. I thought it was kind of fitting. Wolfie did not seem to trust this cake, he never does when it is a dessert he did not choose, but I reckon he'll change his mind when he tastes it. Anyway, at least my wife will have one day in the year not completely dominated by tractors, trains and trucks.
The local bookshop is open these days, or at least it was open yesterday, in spite of the pandemic. They are trying to keep and keep their customer at safe distancing, but I will not risk it myself: any venture in the outside world these days is risky enough and too many people are careless. It sucks for them, as they will lose business and it sucks for me as I have not been in the bookshop for ages and I want to encourage local businesses whenever possible. And I just love buying books. Thankfully, I have enough on my bookshelves to keep me busy for a long quarantine. Still, I feel kind of guilty. And they have made a nice little display for Mother's Day. Which is celebrated today in the UK. I would have loved to buy my wife a book, I think it is an original gift. Sadly, it will have to be next year.
I just did an atrocious word play, but I could not resist. Mother's Day has long been gone here in the UK, but it is coming in North America. Of course, David's Tea has a special Mother's Day Collection. So far so good, you know how much I love tea in general and David's Tea's accessories. I would love to offer them to my mother or my wife. There are three problems with this: 1)I live far away from any David's Tea shop, 2)while my wife loves pink and golden stuff like on this picture, my mother does not and 3)neither my wife nor my mother love tea. In fact, they both dislike it. Although I think my wife would gladly take one of the mugs just because it looks beautiful. And pink. Now it means something else: the tea education of little Wolfie will have to be done by me, when the time comes.
Je dis que Vraie Fiction suit les couleurs des saisons, c'est encore le cas. J'ai pris cette photo aujourd'hui dans le parc le plus près de chez nous. Les cerisiers sont en fleurs. Bon, ça a l'air de rien, mais des images printannières comme celles-ci, ce n'est pas donné à tout le monde: quand j'ai appelé ma mère pour lui souhaiter bonne Fête des Mères, elle m'a appris qu'il neigeait à plein ciel à Chicoutimi. Tu parles d'une façon de marquer la journée! Ma photo de cerisier en fleurs a sans doute des airs de pure science fiction pour ma mère en ce moment. Je ne veux pas être cruel envers elle en partageant cette photo, mais je trouvais qu'elle illustrait parfaitement ce qu'est le mois de mai. Enfin, le mois de mai idéal et idyllique.
