By gum, Mother’s Day becomes more bonkers year by year. A sound measure of the phenomenon is provided by our local Sainsbury’s.
This morning we strolled out to Sainsbury’s and were treated to the sight of queues of traffic trying to use the traffic island at the supermarket entrance, queues of traffic trying to get in, would-be shoppers trying to find a parking space and queues of traffic trying to get out.
QED
5 comments:
My dear Ma is long dead so it's no business of mine. Mind you, it was no business of mine while she was still alive. We didn't fuss about such stuff in our family though we did try to remember birthdays. Often successfully.
There's more madness in the C of E. Sermons on "Mothering Sunday" used to be a simple thanksgiving for mum and all she does, linking it of course to the Virgin Mary for the religious bit. Now, though, enormous care needs to be taken over not giving anyone in the congregation any cause for offence. Those whose mothers were useless, or who abused them; those whose mothers have recently died; those who can't be mothers; those who have lost children; those who have ever had an abortion; those who have transitioned, etc., etc.
The more woke vicars actually compete to find yet more groups who might potentially be offended by the "M-word".
dearieme - I don't recall it being important in our family, it seems to be one of those things which has grown into a spending ritual.
Sam - good grief that sounds tedious, but potentially entertaining in a grim kind of way, with an endless array of imaginary possibilities for giving offence. I hope nobody makes a game of it afterwards.
It's like Easter and Christmas (but not Father's Day). These events creep up on you with no prior notice. It may be better if such events were promoted some time before they happen, but I wouldn't bet on it. I wonder if that garage on the corner has any bunches of flowers left?
Penseivat
Penseivat - oh dear, sounds a bit last minute. This morning we noticed that our local flower shop was open. It never opens on Sunday but...
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