Are we wishing our lives away? What happened to living for the moment?
Easter Day is the 12 April 2020: 97 days away.
I went into the Coop in Stornoway on the 2 January and was met with.....you guessed it, Easter eggs. Okay not a full blown display but enough to set the stage for things to come. Despite having a grandson I don't think I've bought an Easter egg for at least 4 decades. If ever there was a really silly way of buying chocolate it's in an Easter egg.
As a recovering chocoholic of 20 years who rarely eats more than two pieces of chocolate a day (one with each of two cups of coffee) I'm fairly immune to the constant availability of really good chocolates. However I have to admit that it has taken some willpower not to eat quickly chocolate gingers from Hotel Chocolat that I was given.
I used to be accused of being 'ya boo' in relation to Christmas but, with so many people on that bandwagon, I think I'll turn my efforts onto Easter. Except that, in reality, apart from the huge number of people making money out of it, few people will actually care.
Note: for those who care I used to get annoyed by the commercialisation of Christmas because it was supposed to be a Christian festival. Ditto Easter. Now I leave that to other people.
