Still steaming after phone conversation with my mother last night. I had ordered flowers for her for Mothers' Day and had arranged for them to be delivered (at extra charge) on Sunday, so they arrived on the actual day.
So she said "Oh I didn't go into town on Saturday as I thought you'd send flowers and I would wait in until they had come. They hadn't come by mid afternoon and I didn't know whether to go into town or not, and then Brenda came for a coffee and asked if she could see your flowers (FFS!) and it was so embarrassing, as I had to say they hadn't arrived. So anyway, she left at six, and said, well they won't be delivered now, she must have forgotten. And then your Auntie Elsie rang in the evening and wanted to know what your flowers were like and I felt really awful when I said that you hadn't sent any. And I was there all night on my own, wondering what had happened to my flowers, and if you had forgotten. Anyway, I was up early on the Sunday, and your Auntie Madge rang and asked what flowers I had got, and I had to say, you hadn't sent any. Anyway, I was on the phone, and the doorbell went, so I said I had to go and on the doorstep was the man with your flowers. They were quite nice, but the roses weren't pink, and I don't suppose they will last very long...."
And she hasn't called anyone in the family to say they turned up, so her sisters think I am shit and forgot mothers' day.