Good Friday

[callmemadam]

When I was a child, no one did anything at all on Good Friday except go to church, and that was for grown ups only. First thing in the morning, very early, my father would go to the baker's at the end of the street to buy the hot cross buns, which we had for breakfast. This was such a ritual that even now I will not eat a hot cross bun on any other day. In earlier, keener times, I used to make my own: heigh ho.

Yesterday I had a phone call from a carpet company asking if they could come and measure up today. Now, I strongly disapprove of doing this sort of work on Good Friday. OTOH I have procrastinated long enough over the carpet (for our projected Bookroom, watch this space!) and want the job done. Then again, why should I mess up these chaps' arrangements and their business with my scruples? So they are coming and I feel a hypocrite.

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[debodacious.livejournal.com]

Good Friday seems to be literally a Bank Holiday on Skye - everything else is open apart from the bank and the library. But i forgot to eat my annual HCB (like you I only eat them on Good Friday and I also have this strange atavistic fish eating thing going on). I am trying to decide whether the children are too old for egg hunts and Easter bunny - obviously they don't believe in a fluffy Harvey type entity but they are not going to turn down chocolate.

[callmemadam.livejournal.com]

Fish! Yes, I have that one, too. Who is too old to hunt for chocolate? Perhaps the children expect it as part of Easter. People seem to start getting nostalgic about their childhoods when they're about fourteen, these days.