Easter Day. Started well, got better. Mainly down to chocolate. Friends, family, the world’s best nieces. And my favourite dog. An Easter egg hunt (more chocolate). Cuddles with the cat. 

Easter bank holiday Monday – similarly, started well…

I’ve had a couple of weeks off work. Birthday celebrations blending seamlessly into Easter bank holidays. Lovely. The only downside being the distinct lack of enthusiasm I’ve managed to develop for the inevitable return to work. I’m a sucker for extending the anticipation of a good thing. I enjoy looking forward to stuff even more than the stuff itself. And that’s not because the stuff isn’t usually fantastic. I just really, really like the anticipation. Friday is definitely better than Saturday. It rekindles that ‘whole 6-week summer holiday stretching out in front of you’ feeling. However. It seems the same principle operates in reverse. At least, I hope it does. In that I hope the degree to which I’m not looking forward to returning to work will prove disproportionate to the actual event, which – I hope – won’t be that terrible at all. There’s a message in here somewhere about enjoying the moment. I haven’t got much time to think about that, though, what with all the looking forward to tomorrow, and the not looking forward to the day after.

In an effort to make the most of the remaining hours of holiday today, I planned a happy afternoon of ponies and sunshine. In a valiant contribution to the ‘preparing me for a return to normality’ effort, the pony in question first bit my finger, and then ambled off as I tried to get on. As a result of which, my final day of holiday will, assuming I’m able to get out of bed in the morning, be concerned mainly with emergency repairs to sparkly nails. 

On the plus side, the contrast between holiday and work is now slightly less stark, and I managed to check the pony’s belly for ticks while I was lying underneath it, so that’s one job out of the way.