I may have made a few comments recently about entering some sort of rehab phase/reducing the booze/saying no to fried finger food/etc. Pffft, if you believed any of it then you really don’t know me at all.
The first 3 months of this year have done nothing if not earned me a giant slack-fest, so as I head north to Mum’s couch, be sure that my bags are packed with a year’s supply of wine and easter eggs. Even better, a birdy tells me that Mum has not forgotten her lesson of a couple of Easter’s ago, has dutifully ignored my claims to being sugar-free, and has a decent pile of pretty eggs waiting for me. Bless.
Happy Easter everyone, and remember: Life is short so eat the damn egg!
