Hot Easter!

O.K.! So which bright spark arranged for it to be hot on Easter Sunday?

So hot that the STUPID Easter bunny didn't realise that the chocolate would melt, and left one of the eggs in bright sunshine? Surely the person who organises the weather and the EB should be in communication with one another?

Clearly not.

Thankfully it was ESOS (Eldest Son, only son) whose egg was melted, and being fourteen he put it in the fridge and later enjoyed the molten mass that it resulted in.

Family feasts can of course often result in disappointment. On an Easter Sunday before I was born, when one of my brothers was two, he walked down the stairs, chocolate egg in hand (..............well, so I am told. It's a story of good family tradition. You know, the sort, where you have been told so often, you know it so well, you think that quite probably you were actually there after all.........), when the dog, a border collie, ran past, skillfully grabbing the egg on his way, leaving poor bereft two year old brother, somewhat distraught in his wake........ (I think he's got over it now, fifty years on.)

As a result we made sure that we kept our own border collie in the house for said hunt. She looked soulfully from the window at us all, only being allowed out once most of the hunt was done.

There is however - so the Easter Bunny tells us - one Creme Egg still in the garden. Waiting to be found. We always manage to lose one every year. Is EB actually a bit of a chocoholic, eating on his way round I ask?



I then decided to make a simnel cake, forgetting that only one child (Eldest Daughter) likes marzipan. I don't remember that being a problem last year. Perhaps it's because I love marzipan so ate most of it myself.

Never mind. Easter's nearly over.

Back to the diet...........

Again...........