Life for Lola

I have decided I adore Easter. What a marvellous holiday. Four days of relaxation. It's as good as Christmas, infact I think it is better as it comes without the pressures of visiting unusual relatives.

After seeing the Mel Gibson film I toyed with the idea of going to church on Sunday. Unfortunately the stirring sound of the bells which drifted on the morning air were not enough to stir me from my bed. Perhaps next year.

Got a lot done this weekend, the house is completely spring cleaned, the lawns are cut to ribbons and the outer rim of my wardrobe has been consigned to a black plastic bag (will tank tops ever be in fashion again?)

I also tried out two new recipes which were rather good. The pork was sublime but the moroccon chicken was dissapointing. I can only describe Moroccon cuisine as lack lustre, too heavy on the apricots and too light on flavour. It was a Sophie Grigson jobby and unfortunately tasted like it.