Happy Easter!

Finally it IS a Sunday and felt like a proper one because all was quiet on the home front until quite late in the morning. The fact that it was cheerless and grey no doubt contributed to the population’s lethargy in getting going. The sun finally appeared at 2 pm and I escaped lockdown for my exercise walk before the hordes realised the day had improved.

As a child Easter Sunday saw the rolling of our hard boiled eggs down the slopes of Blackford Hill. How hygienic this was, was never considered and it wasn’t a consideration when my children rolled their painted eggs there too.
Now Easter egg hunts are all the rage and the eggs are of the sweet variety not the healthy hen’s type. My extra is of Nina and Ewan finding baskets of eggs and two rabbits into the bargain in their back garden.

With no eggs of my own to roll on this Easter Sunday I spent too much time watching a morning of virtual church services on the TV while I knitted my life away. Strangely, although they should have been comforting and uplifting, I found myself becoming sadder and sadder until I finally turned them off and went for my walk to recover. I think it was all too near the bone while I find myself isolated on my own in the Dower House.
You can see from my blip that no Easter Eggs was no hardship have eaten my way through this huge box of marzipan chocolates since the last time you saw it. Tonight these last 3 will be but a faint memory, washed down by yet more gin and tonic. This Lady is going to the dogs in a way she never imagined just three weeks ago.