Not so Happy Mothering Sunday. Karta and I have managed to wreck Rhona’s morning due to petty squabbles over a broken Xbox controller, and our failure to bring her breakfast in bed.

The spectre of being low on funds has reared its head again, we’re trying to make every penny count, but it feels like one step forward and two steps back. Something has got to give, and I can’t keep blaming everyone else.

**Update** Mothering Sunday is back on course, Rhona has repaired the Xbox controller, everything seems to be less fractious.