Easter Sunday. Before 9 am. Sipping on a humungous cup of tea and contemplating how I will spend my day. Day three of a four day holiday and I am starting to get a tad restless. Anyone else notice how much more I write during holidays? So today will be a day of DIY I suppose. Just started boiling some mince for a chilli for tonight. So that is that, no church visit, no period of contemplation just irritation that none of my usual Sunday political shows are broadcasting and Mary Poppins is on the telly AGAIN!
So what does Easter mean to you? Is it just a long weekend which gives you time to catch up on DIY around the house? An excuse to stuff your face full of chocolate and have the family round to dinner? A spiritual occasion and a time for reflection? The most important date in the Christian calendar? Or something else?