Food of the gods

Saturday 22nd: Finally, a good night’s sleep, and I didn’t wake up at 6am, no it was 7am instead, but an hour makes a big difference. And I didn’t have to get up for work! I’m slipping back into working habits already, after all this time.

It was nice to be at home, but I caught myself missing both Falmouth, and Oxford. Even in the week I’ve been there, I’ve found a routine and a place. I know there is still a place at home, and I always slip back into it, but it’s different.

It was a family day at home, my father was going off to play trains at the Severn Valley railway again, in the evening, so we had Easter a day early. Apparently, the ‘Easter Collie Dog’ had called instead, taking on the job from the bunny so dad says, and we had chocolate deliveries. Oh my. So much chocolate. My youngest sister calls it the food of the gods, and she's not far wrong. I could feel the pounds clambering back on to my hips just stroking the ever so shiny wrappers. I may be grown up, but I still have a delight in Easter eggs, especially when you find overspill - lovely thick sections of egg where the chocolate has run over, and it snaps with that rich chocolatey sound when you break into it….
They won’t last long.

Today was a total sugar rush, I’m amazed I didn’t explode in a spray of sweetness. Mum went mad in the kitchen and made truffles, crispy cakes, sponge cakes, trifle and more. That was just for breakfast. They had bought biscuits, cakes and mini eggs as well, just in case there weren’t enough calories around.

It was a fun day, despite eating far, far too much. And making poor mum turn over from the film she was watching so I could watch CSI. It wasn’t a great film, (the one where New York freezes, see, even the title isn't memorable) and I happily told her the ending anyway, plus I am the eldest child, back from her travels. She agreed in the end to my reasoning.