We like Easter weekends at least as much as most un-religious people in New Zealand i.e. we might end up going to hell for non-believing, but we sure do enjoy having a 4-day weekend, whatever the reason.
TLM went across the road to play with her new best friend this morning, and came back two hours later with a massive chocolate egg gift set. I'm sure she'll be okay to share it, but if she isn't then I suppose we can always hide it at the back of the fridge and dole it out in small pieces. As if that weren't enough, she's going back there this afternoon for the Easter egg hunt. I expect that it won't be a finders-keepers kind of thing, more of a find-and-deposit-into-the-communal-container deal.
My mum has been trying to get us all to go visit Dad's grave this weekend, but synchronising two households' worth of weekend intentions was all too much - they've gone without me. That's just as well; I have finally caught one of TLM's continuous colds and the last thing I want is to wander the chilly hills of a suburban cemetary, pockets stuffed with tissues and head stuffed with snot.