Easter

1. A lovely long lie in the warmth of the sun.

2. With a flower in my hair, we stroll over to join Lolo at D,C,E and F's for a great Sunday lunch, egg hunts and dancing.

3. With echoes of baluskie farm, we roll the eggs in queens park. It takes us all a while to remember the point is to smash them.

4. More wine, bunny and blethers into the night. A lovely, happy day.

5. And then on the way home we pass a wee girl. She doesn't have shoes on. We turn to go back but she's gone. We look for and find her and ask if she's ok. She's no more than 15 - if that - she says she's ok but she isn't, she's upset and cold, a vans engine is on across the road. There's nothing we can do, we all I think know what's going on, though it takes me a bit longer to understand and accept that. All I can think to do is give her a stupid chocolate bunny. She refuses. Angry, upset, defeated, I phone the police when I get home.