Mothers and monkeys
It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK, which is as good an excuse as any, I think, for me to post this picture of me and my mum, which is one of my favourite photos in the whole world ever:
Yes, those are live monkies we’re holding. It was the olden days, okay, you were totally allowed to stand around clutching tiny clothed monkeys to your chest, so we totally did. I love the way my mum is cradling her monkey carefully, like the precious little living being it is, while I have just stuck mine under my arm with a “Yeah, it’s a monkey. SO?” expression on my face. Ah, those were the days…
Happy Mother’s Day, mum. Sorry I couldn’t get you a monkey.