We are stood at work on Good Friday until lunchtime and even though the boss is away, we are all knuckling down. Not out of some solidarity for the company but rather because it makes the time go quicker. Knowing that most people are at home with their feet up somewhat makes today feel like a race to join them.
I've bought my nephews and step kids bags of chocolates instead of Easter eggs proper. Two readings- one, I imagined there was more chocolate in one of these bags than there was in a wide shell of an egg. Two, the egg deal proudly claimed 3 Easter eggs for £10. I should bloody think so. I had 7 to buy and so would've spent over £20 when in fact I spent £7. It's like Easter eggs think the cardboard they gone in is valuable to us too.
Fuckers.
Actually though, I know feel like I'm going to feel cheap handing a bag of chocolates over to each teenager. But would that feeling not happening have been worth an exorbitant price tag. I guess not.
It's important to remember the true meaning of Easter. When Jesus was crucified and his body came back to life and he joined those who had killed him in eating a shit load of Easter eggs until they felt sick whilst singing 'always look on the bright side of life'. something like that anyway.
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