It’s Mother's Day on Sunday, and you know all she really wants is to spend time with you. For the day out mum deserves, CityMag has kindly laid out the perfect King William Road adventure. You’re welcome.

It’s Mothers Day on Sunday, and you know no matter how great you think your game is as the favourite child, there’s always room for improvement (at least in her eyes).

Instead of restocking her Nespresso pods or buying that Jodi Picoult novel she keeps hinting about, take her out for the day. And do it right – take her to King William Road.

Stop one on your journey will be Pollen 185, for that highly required caffeine hit (also to soften the news that the Nespresso pods you promised aren’t coming), and a plate each of stuffed mushrooms, for the sustenance you’ll need for the day ahead.

Don’t forget – it’s your shout.

Grab another coffee takeaway, and a cake for the road, and move along to your second stop: Flowers 152.

Browse amongst the immaculately arranged foliage (keeping an eye on which flowers mum is reacting to so you can purchase them during the week and remain the favourite child), and sit and finish your coffee in the parklet out front.

This is a perfect opportunity for a #MothersDay Instagram post, incorporating the flowers arranged around the parklet, the coffee in your hands, and the look of incredulous despair your mother is trying, but failing, to hide.

Once you’ve finished debating the evils of social media (i.e. once the photo has been posted without full consent), your journey along the paved shopping strip continues.

You pass Stumps Bar and Kitchen and it’s mentioned to you that it looks quite nice in there.

What Mum means to say is that it’s midday and you’ve yet to supply her with the ceremonial glass of Mother’s Day champagne.

You comply and she suddenly seems much happier about the running photo shoot.

The first retail stop of the day is Denim Iniquity; your mother is a firm believer in supporting local labels, and discusses this topic with owner Ros as she flicks through the clothing racks, while you browse the denim and chat to Louise about what it’s like to co-run a store with a parent.

Despite your pleading, you leave the store without having a Winston watch bought for you – because this day is not about you and you shouldn’t have to be told.

Further down King William, The Ark catches mum’s eye, and so while she’s shopping, you cross the street to see if there’s an appointment available at MediPedi, and you’re in luck.

While mum is being looked after by Georgina and the MediPedi team, you venture up to Mulots Patisserie to get a surprise post-pedicure almond croissant.

Again, it is hinted to you that what might go quite well with the French pastry is some French sparkling wine, and so you make another stop at Assaggio.

The staff are surprised you’re not ordering food, but remain non-judgmental for the duration of your stay.

Heading closer toward your eventual lunch destination, Mum’s attention is caught by the posters in the Phil Hoffman Travel window advertising cruises, the two glasses of champagne fueling an adventurous twinkle in her eye.

You direct her into Muse Boutique, hoping her slight buzz will have made her a little more generous than earlier.

You take your items to the counter and slowly reach for your credit card, waiting for her to intervene.

She knows exactly what you’re hoping for and waits until you’ve almost slipped your credit card out of your wallet, before she offers to pay.

She was always going to, she just doesn’t want you to know that.

Finally, you reach Light Bulb Café, the eatery you’ve been raving to your mother about for months.

You booked a table for the Mother’s Day High Tea they’re having, and much to Mum’s delight, there is a glass of champagne on arrival.

Equally impressed with the delicious (and aesthetically pleasing) meal, and your deft planning of an entire day out, your mother sinks contentedly into her chair.

Or it could just be the champers – either way it was a day well spent.

Happy Mothers Day.