There’s nothing better than a couple of days off work, most of us like to think at Easter time.
Of course, a couple of weeks off work would be preferable but for those stuck in the rat race and dependent on a salary, that opportunity happens but once every 12 months.
So this year, rather than head for the melee at the airport I’ve decided just to relax and be thankful.
I’m visiting my cousin who has a new house and a new baby (well, they’ll be new to me but I reckon my cousin will be quite used to them both by now), meeting friends for dog walks and then off to mother’s for the customary roast lamb on Easter Sunday.
I have no doubt that I shall track down one of those Lindt chocolate rabbits and spend about five minutes shovelling it into my mouth like a greedy four-year-old.
And then I’ll lie on the sofa for the rest of the afternoon complaining about how tight my trousers feel whilst warning anyone in the vicinity that I may be liable to throw up at any point.
One thing I have no intention of doing is even considering buying an Easter card.
I mean when did this nonsense happen?
I had popped into Paper Tiger (now, come along – support your local businesses) last week to purchase a birthday card and there was a whole wall of these cardboard things proclaiming Happy Easter.
I have no idea who they are aimed at – I have neither received nor sent one in my puff – but no doubt it is just some wheeze from a card manufacturer who has their eye on extracting more money from some hapless shoppers.
Indeed, perhaps it was dreamt up by Royal Mail; now that they have to answer to shareholders persuading people to buy as many stamps as possible is quite important.
So enjoy the Easter break.
Eat eggs if you want, go to church if that is your choice but don’t even think of sending me a card.