What a top easter. It begun on Good Friday with a birthday party for one-year old Bronte Cummins at Zoe and Paul's house complete with Easter egg hunt. Our freakish offspring being the only child among the hoard who doesn't like chocolate used her time with her collection of egg booty licking it before spitting it out on the lawn. On easter Saturday we had Kendall and Brett, the godfathers, and Lara and Adam for lunch with their new baby Toby, born three days before Florence. It was my first opportunity to exercise my long dormant 'long boozy lunch' gland and, may I say, I used my time well. It was a glorious day with Scarlett bonding even more with Godfather Brett, at one point even inviting him to wipe her bottom after a poo, high praise indeed when you're three. On Easter Sunday we walked up the road to the local church for the Easter Sunday service. We were checking out the church as a possible site for Florence's christening and found and extremely friendly and family-oriented bunch. In stark contrast to my Catholic church upbringing, where the priest was often a terrifying, booze-laden, crazy-eyed weirdo, here we found an extremely friendly vicar who likes jazz and made jokes during his sermon. Happy easter one and all.
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