Mothering Sunday

I don't get to do Mothering Sunday (or Mothers' Day, if you prefer, although the difference seems to have disappeared over the decades); at least, I don't get to do it with my mum. She died fifteen years ago, so while I think about her often, it's sort of pointless buying her a card and visiting.

Luckily, Mrs the Millbrooker is a mum - so I get to tag along on whatever's been organised by the three offspring, all now in their twenties. And Rusty gets to tag along too - after all, where I go, he goes.

This year, Betty Slob traveled up from Truro to treat us to a bit of a slap-up at Prezzo in the Royal William Yard. One of the waiting staff kindly took a snapshot, slightly on the fuzzy side, but we're all in it.

For anyone not in the know, Prezzo does Italian food; it's a chain - but they do what they do pretty damned well (I avoid the starters which are a bit overpriced for what you get, but the mains and puds are well up to, and over, scratch).

Rusty was made very welcome and several of the staff wandered past making "Aw, he's so cute' noises. Being of the adopted Cornish persuasion, Mrs the Millbrooker chose what looked for all the world like a pasty. The Italians call them calzones, but we know better don't us me 'andsomes.

Prezzo also offer what they describe as Gelato Burger - Huh? Well, I had to didn't I....
ice cream in a toasted brioche bun.

After filling ourselves to bursting on Italian goodies, Mrs the Millbrooker's remaining two - Dozybean and Jah Cousteau - met up with us for a wander and a drink or two at Devil's Point and in the Royal William Yard. Pooben was along for the ride with his mum as well.

Here's a small selection of shots showing us pootling around and achieving nothing except a pleasant conversation and a touch of chilling , to use the modern parlance for relaxing.
L-R Rusty, me, Betty Slob, Mrs the Millbrooker.

And, with Mrs the Millbrooker now on camera duty, L-R Jah Cousteau, Rusty, me, Betty.

And lastly, to prove they were there, Dozybean and Pooben outside the Seco Lounge back in the R.W.Y. as we enjoyed a drink in the sunshine. Eagle-eyed readers might notice that there's a birthday card on the table - Pooben had his sixth birthday on Saturday and his Grandma Elin sent a present and card down with Betty who duly delivered them as we soaked up the sun....