She has a name, mother - and it's "Mother"

Easter. Why would ya?

Now, that's not fair. I've had a lovely time so far.

But there's one more whole day to fill with anti-work, and all I can think of doing is working OR nowt. Nowt is winning the race so far.

What kind of blog will this be?

What kind of question is that? Bleugh!

My mum gave me herbal licorice for Easter. I thought that was amazing of her. I'm not crazy about chocolate, although I do like a cream egg. Oh yes. 

What I need is a holiday 'pon which the giving of quiche is the accepted tradition.

Shrove Tuesday has it's place on account of all the pancakes.

For Lent I gave up saying the alphabet backwards. That'll be the first thing I do come morning.