I was brought up to ignore Mothers’ Day. I’m not sure of the precise reasoning, but I think that my feminist mother probably felt that society cynically chooses to spend one day patronising mothers so that it can spend the rest of the year marginalising them. Offering an annual bunch of daffodils as a substitute for equality is just demeaning, she might have argued.
That isn’t only my mother’s opinion, it’s also my wife’s, which means I’m completely excused from buying Mothers’ Day flowers. As the purple sprouting broccoli is just ready to harvest, however, I did have a bouquet of sorts to hand, for no occasion in particular.