Oh Joyous Eastertide*

I'm sure that for many of you, Easter is time of great spiritual renewal and religious significance. Not for me though. It's four days off work and a cast iron excuse to get pissed.

I have to go round to the Munsters for Easter Sunday, but at least there will be wine and chocolate (hang on, wasn't that my consolation at Christmas?!), and now that we've got April, at least she can take us there and back so we can leave when we (well, I, let's face it) want to. But the least said about that the better.

Other plans... sleep, lie around, see some friends... you know, the usual. Though to be honest with the hangover I've got today, all I can think about right now is sleep. If it wasn't for my spellchecker working overtime, you probably wouldn't be able to understand a word I'm typing this morning. Wine has stolen my coordination, and apparently all of the water from my body. It's only caffeine and Olay radiance lotion that are keeping me going...

So happy Easter everyone (is that allowed? Wishing happy Easter? Isn't it about Jesus dying or something?) or sad Easter, or whatever.

See you later alligators...

xx


*A song I can't think of without remembering the brilliant Rivals by Jilly Cooper, in which sexy Declan's mad housekeeper Grace keeps singing it at Christmas while drunk.