The Anonymous Widower

Mothering Sunday At Carluccio’s

I got to Carluccio’s in Canary Wharf for a late breakfast.

There were obviously a few parties celebrating Mothering Sunday, but surprisingly, there were several singletons of both sexes.  There certainly appeared to be more than usual, but then I was half-an-hour or so earlier.

You’d have thought that on this day, where mothers and their partners and children tend to celebrate, that dining alone wouldn’t have been so common.

I know that as a widower, who has lost his mother and contact with his two daughters-in-law, I am a bit short in the mother stakes. But my family has always been like that, with no woman having given birth on my father’s side with the coeliac gene, since 1820, that I can find.

Still those genes, when linked to my mother’s Huguenot ones gave me a strong survival instinct and I like to think an active and fertile mind.

March 10, 2013 - Posted by AnonW | Food | Carluccio's, My Father, Relationships