easter time minus baby chicks, daffodil's, lamb or matter that is remotly yellow.

Perhaps a first. Parading my unedited photographs for once.

My Easter day was a jubilant occasion full to bursting with Italian gastronomy, walks in the English countryside and discussions more often than not ignored by those supposedly listening.

The younger, cooler Hursey and I have comprehended that our family do in fact get on by means of paying no attention to one another. Constantly. My mother is a fervent gossiper, the peril being that since she does not ACTUALLY know how to sufficiently listen to another’s conversation her information is more often than not inaccurate and therefore she actually discuss’ malicious rumours begun by herself.

A day spent undertaking a hell of a lot of deliberating aloud; there was not so much debate about the dinner table Sunday teatime. Nonetheless, I do relish a gleeful family get together. Mine is a minute one, merely ten of us, I like to believe it is cosy yet I’ve always longed for a large brood…

Upon rumination, it has taken a day and a age to upload these noteworthy photos of ten members of family. Anymore and I’d desecrate away in front of the lime green laptop of dreams.