Easter is kind of a strange one for me. Way back in the day, we used to travel to our great-uncle’s house, eat tons of food, play four-square and hide-and-seek with our second cousins (or first cousins once removed?) and gorge on sweet, deep fried bombolotti (because, let’s be honest, if your cultural event doesn’t involve some sort of deep-fried or other calorifically horrific treat, you probably need to rethink things).
Happy Sunday! I’m just trying to finish this up so I can go outside and have a bit of a frolick, because oh my has the world turned beautiful in the last couple of weeks.
I don’t really want to start another post with the theme of exhaustion, but here it is.
Ugh! Do you want to know how long it just took me to work out how to spell fortnight/foughtrghtnight/thoughtnit? I think I need a nap. Or some sun. Very much hanging out for Spring right now!