Photo diary: week 11, 365

8 March, International Women's Day, a great day of celebrations when I was growing up, but widely ignored in the UK. More's the pity. There's a Mother's day of course, but then many of the wonderful womenfolk who are not mothers due to a variety of reasons don't have a day which they can claim as their own. I salute you all, women!
My late Dad absolutely loved this holiday. He took it very seriously. My Mum and I used to chuckle at him, sitting with a phone book on his lap and calling all our family friends, teachers etc to wish them a happy Women's day. He also always bought flowers for Mum and me, tulips or mimosa...
I found this beautiful crocus in the middle of the lawn, where nobody would have planted it. How on earth did it start to grow there? A total mystery.

09.03: Eddie insisted to going to school on his scooter.

10.03: Playing with our new mini-dinos from Schleich

11.03: As my husband came home very late after high table at college the night before, and we needed to talk, I enticed him to try a cup of coffee at Como Lounge, a cafe where I haven't been before. The latte wasn't bad, but the interior was very odd. I don't know if they intentionally decided to decorate it with a collection of vintage kitsch. There are walls and walls of very old-fashioned and badly executed portraits.

12.03: Ed's trying on a chef's outfit, which arrived as a prize from Weetabix for doing a Weetabuddy. I wish I had a chef's hat too.

13.03: a Friday treat to myself after running all morning, doing errands - a cup of hot chocolate Milano and a pastry at Cafe Nero. The hot chocolate looked splendid, but was awfully sweet, I couldn't finish it.

14.03: Our Italian Nonna keeps supplying us with coats. She only recently sent a duffle coat for Eddie, but just yesterday we received another parcel from her, with another coat for Eddie, this time for a milder weather.
As I'm writing, my disrespectful son calls me "Mrs Ga-Ga".