Most of Spain had Mother’s Day two weeks ago. But the village I live in was the first place in Spain to celebrate Mother’s Day (thanks to the local poet, Felix Duarte) and they’ve stuck to the date they originally had, the third Sunday in May. By and large my fellers don’t do the flowers and chocolate routine, much less the champagne and diamonds routine, so I just bought myself a bottle of cream liqueur and a bar of posh chocolate. Then I lay on the sofa and persuaded my husband to waft me with the giant fan while my son fed me the chocolate. It was only five minutes, but it was great.
