Published on 12, July, 2020
I have no idea why, but somehow I had got it in my head last week that it was 'Holy Week' (the week leading up to Easter Sunday). I can remember that at the beginning of March, I had looked at my wall calendar. I had observed that Easter Sunday falls on the same date that the clocks change in the UK, which is always on the last Sunday in March. In my defence, I have chosen to blame my forgetfulness on my post-menopausal brain. Lol.
It has to be said that I do not consider myself to be a religious person, but I am aware that some religions consider Easter to be more important than Christmas. Therefore, I deemed it a sad state of affairs on Friday morning when I saw children on their way to school. I found myself thinking the UK must be more messed up than I had previously thought, if children were now having to attend school on 'Good Friday'.
On Saturday evening, I messaged a friend to wish them a 'Happy Easter, and had asked if they had stocked up on edible Easter treats. If they thought I had lost the plot, then they were too polite to say so when they replied the following morning.
Convinced that it was Easter Sunday on Sunday, I took great delight in eating a stash of Easter eggs... a whole week early!
It wasn't until last night that the penny dropped and I realised I had clearly got muddled, which I then found rather amusing. Oh well, I suppose I've now got a good excuse to stock up another stash of edible Easter goodies for next weekend.
We are all guilty of this innocent mistake thinks I. On the bright side you get an extra egg or two now so it works out for the best in the end.
Maybe it wasn't such an innocent mistake, but a cunning plan... A really, really good one. So good that I didn't even know about it.