I don’t know about traditions as I feel that Easter is a bit of a floater, 4 day holiday so a good time to take a trip plus with the commencement of Spring everyone is feeling like a change in scenery.
In my household it is chocolate, egg hunts, roast legs of spring lamb and lots of family……….

On that note I have a bit of a concern; youngest son, home from boarding school, left to his own devices (no point in trying to tell a 17 year old to do anything) he naturally gravitates towards his Playstation and the Fifa game. Most of the time he is silently occupied, always a bonus, however every now and then there is a wild and angry outburst from his room, combined with many an expletive due to a ‘bad ref’ decision or a relegation of his team. Worryingly he talks to the machine as if it is real and it will react to his yelling. All of this I turn a blind eye to, or is it a deaf ear, but today I realised that my two very impressionable young nephews are coming to stay and he needs to curb the language as this will clearly be repeated at a not so appropriate moment. On the other hand I could just take them to one side and bribe them not to tell their parents about their unruly cousin otherwise there will be no Easter eggs! Mean I know, but entirely necessary as my sister, their mother, whilst laid back in appearance is pretty hot on these things. She hasn’t quite got to my stage where I have realised that it is a battle that cannot be won with my youngest and there are more important fights to have, you know the old saying, ‘pick your battles’!
Just in case anyone of our readers is following my battle with the recycling police can someone explain to my local council that with 10 people staying this weekend I may go over the regulatory one blue bag PLUS could the government tell Easter egg manufacturers to wrap their eggs in recyclable materials as I can see there is going to be a bit of a confrontation with the bin police on Monday morning as I try to hide all the egg packaging behind an empty milk carton or amongst the newspapers.
However I am wearing a track to the compost heap and I must say that my garden has the potential to look gorgeous this summer judging by the smell of the mulch I have covered all the beds in – the result of 3 years of composting!! Where is my gold star?! And because I live on an island (eyot) in the middle of the Thames I can pump 20 cubic metres of water (don’t how much this is but sounds a lot) a day from the river straight onto my garden so with everyone else’s hoses redundant I may be the envy of the neighbourhood and I may start trading my water for space in their blue bag on a Monday morning…..it’s a plan!
Happy Easter – let your hair down and eat all those eggs, apparently chocolate is good for us (I know not the Cadbury’s milk variety but who’s checking?!)