I don't know about anyone else, but I ate a rather stupid amount of cakes and chocolates over the Easter period. I could say it accounts for the fact that I haven't posted for a while, as my fingers are now too fat to type with and I'm doing this now with a pencil. I would of course be fibbing, but it certainly feels like it.
So where are the self-help articles and adverts I was bombarded with at Christmas? Yes I ate a huge amount then, but I'm perfectly capable of gorging myself, frankly, at any time of the year. In fact I now resemble the Easter eggs I've been porking on recently.
It has of course occurred to me that the real reason Easter only falls once a year is nothing to do with religious tendencies, but that I can't face seeing another chocolate egg for at least another eleven and a half months. At least. (Although I'm sure I could manage a chocolate reindeer in about eight.)
Katrina
