I walked along the river edged with froths of cow parsley, to get some cash for a very special day.
Back in December Mum had told us she'd had a special invitation but it wasn't straight forwards as she was also going into hospital in February for a hip replacement operation. Cue master planner (me). On my weekly visits to North Norfolk to visit them (amongst taking them home cooked meals and cakes, doing the cleaning, gardening and a miriad of other little things that become big worries when you're elderly) we:
- bought a dress and I altered it
- bought a jacket
- bought a bag and I altered it
- bought shoes
- bought a necklace and I altered it
- hired a suit for Dad and the shop altered it
- booked a hotel and altered the booking
- booked a restaurant
Because Mum had been invited by the Queen to a garden party at Buckingham Palace as an acknowledgement of her 20 plus years of volunteering at a local museum, True's Yard (I've never been, must alter that!).
From 6pm I was standing outside the front gates of Buckingham Palace waiting for them. Dad had been worried I wouldn't find them but I knew I would.
I spotted them immediately they came out and was so proud - proud of Mum for her volunteering and so proud that she'd been totally determined to recover from the op in order to get there and enjoy it pain free.
We went for a meal afterwards - a perfect end to a wonderful day, they look so happy :-)