My mum always had some funny names for certain things (don't all mums!) and one that will stick with me forever is "boiled egg with toast fingers" that my mum always called "puppy egg and soldiers" (I have no idea why) and so every year on Easter Sunday that is what we would have to eat.
When I was little I can remember that I hated Easter. But not because my family couldn't afford chocolate eggs because although we couldn't we always got some off neighbours and relatives that were better off. No, I hated it because it was that time of year I was forced by the school art teacher into painting an Easter inspired egg!
With Easter coming up my little boy and me both get excited at the thought of waking up and finding out what the Easter Bunny has brought us.
When I was just 12yrs old my family had decided to visit my Grandma for Easter (my family didn't really get on with each other so this was in fact quite a rare thing to do) But getting back to the point of this...
"I am so sorry!" I had to say that before anyone kicks off about being on a diet or how their keyboards have broken because of drool between the keys. It is Easter time after all and while it may well be a religious celebration it is also about the day when the kids (and the kids inside us adults) get to eat our own body weight in chocolate.
For me this post has been a bit of a nightmare. I actually didn't want to make this one, I wanted to do "Happy Easter Cats" but it seems that cats really don't do Easter very well at all, in fact it makes them quite grumpy!
