Easter eggs

Lazy Easter Sunday. We started with the traditional Easter eggs from Iceland, in bed, with the girls piling in. This is a time honoured tradition, my sisters used to do the same thing!

The eggs are filled with sweets and a fortune. Mine was rather obscure and untranslatable!

Then on to the allotment for a spot of weeding and planting of strawberry plants, which arrived in the post yesterday.

Roast lamb supper with Grandma and Roy in attendance. Then relaxing in front of the fire.