Andy Richardson: I may forget mum’s birthday but I give her undying love
I forgot her birthday. And given the reminders from a helpful sister and loving father, forgetting was no mean feat. Easier to remember, easier to dutifully go and buy a card, easier to do acknowledge my mother’s birthday there and then than to prevaricate and….. forget. So I took the difficult option, trusted my fallible self to remember later on and when I spoke to my father on the day of my mother’s birthday blustered some nonsense about going round at the weekend with a gift. I. Am. Hopeless.