I am my husband’s wife, I am not his mum. And I have my own mum and in my eyes this is her day. I feel a bit sorry for all the dads of young children on Mother’s Day. For some reason, it has become their job to buy cards, gifts and book meals out for the mother of their children. From the Facebook gloat about the mulberry handbag (really!) that her six-month-old baby must’ve saved up to buy as a present to the pregnant friend who was upset that her unborn child didn’t get her a ...