Thursday, March 20, 2008
Easter holidays meant the ever popular trek to the beach with a bunch of uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents - sans father of course.
Easter meant hollow chocolate eggs to fight over with Nigel then Michael.
Easter meant two weeks of freedom from school, to read, to watch tv, to do nothing.
Easter got to mean, oh boy, another Easter feature piece to write/produce/document.
Easter, weekend to sleep, listen for the Catholics from the church across the road following the way of Christ on Friday morning.
Easter, to have fish on Good Friday despite not being a practicing anything anymore.
Whatever you decide to do, be happy, be safe. As I plan to scuttle home to finish off the Hot cross buns with Zeus, sink into my bed with fresh sheets, to gratefully not get out of my pj's except to shower and change....