There were more flowers later, given out, by the children, to all the Mums at church .
All this was followed this evening by a lovely roast dinner cooked by Hubby. I made the sage-and-onion stuffing and the apple sauce, but he makes such good roast potatoes that nothing else matters! I never imagined that I would manage to marry a man whose roasties tasted as good as my Mum's, but I did. Just as well, really, as I've never mastered them myself. All other sorts of potatoes, no problem, but cooking the perfect roast potatoes still eludes me.