Is Good Friday ever really good? Well, in my experience, not that often. I wonder if I am conditioned by the Catholic upbringing to feel grief and sadness on that day. I remember actually being quite horrified by the whole crucifiction idea to be honest. It’s pretty full on really. It could be because I am tired or equinoxy, full moon type things, but it was intense for me and today has cleared up as the day has progressed, but I am tired. There were some great moments yesterday though, and as is my inclination, I think I’ll focus on those.
I went back to the lovely ‘Camel’s Hump’ for coffee with my parents and got to chat with the affable owner, Kevin, whilst being served that scrumptious coffee. I really love the water there too. It’s just perfect. I had several glasses this time because I wasn’t alone, so I stayed longer. I indulged in the citrus tart once again, usually I like to try new things, but I just know how great that tart is, so I couldn’t avoid it! I bossed my daughter/waitress around too, which was fun, and balanced out my parents adoration of her. She told me a pretty funny waitressing story too, which I might share another day when I haven’t got a wonderful warm bath waiting for me to climb into.
Speaking of my wonderful daughter Asha, I stayed at her house. She is so like me, she had to give me my Easter egg, because it was great and she couldn’t wait. I love that, we are hopelessly unable to wait, both of us. The great thing is the egg was in a lovely large ‘Desperate Housewives’ coffee mug. Now whilst I think I am like Susan cause she’s so clueless and generally harmless, others in my life believe I am like Lynette, so Asha chose a mug with Lynette “touch me with those MESSY hands, I will cut them off” – as if I would! I hate blood:-)
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