Easter Day, which for the second time in the last 5 years co-incides with my son’s birthday.
My son made it clear that the biggest and best birthday present he could possbly have would be to have both his parents there for the day, so we gracefully submitted to this request, and spent the day bottling up emotions of titanic scale.
The children had a great day, except for one moment when my housemate’s mad friend (or, should I say, one of my housemate’s many mad friends) settled down and ate my daughter’s easter egg. When she complained, the w****r laughed, ate the last bit and said he’d get another one some time.
I thought I managed excessive British reserve in merely saying, rather firmly, “Please do it now”. He went off in a huff and never returned. I sometimes wonder if people abuse the label of mental illness so as to justify random acts of extreme selfishness.
Then I had the statutory argument on facebook about the origins of Easter, and the made-up goddess Eostre, whose non-existent festival is supposed by modern day self-styled pagans to be the precursor to modern to Easter. I don’t mind people making stuff up … after all, it’s the baseline of all creative activity … but there’s something perversely self-aggrandising about then claiming it as absoloute truth. It annoys me in the same way that any religious fundamentalism annoys me!
During lulls in the day’s activities I managed to finish packing the van for holidays tomorrow. A week camping in Cumbria, with appalling weather, including hail, thunder and lightening, forecast. Maybe we won’t last the week.
I thought I would celebrate the day with Happy Easter wishes to all and sundry, though I didn’t manage to finish this until early on Easter Monday.
The clouds of smoke were an accident, but I thought they fitted my experience of the day perfectly :-)
