On Friday, with my brother in town, I tried a different approach to staying awake for the entire footy game by actually watching it live rather than from couch potato land. Despite the standard of play being enough to put anyone to sleep, I did in fact succeed in my mission. Awake till the final whistle.
With so much bad press surrounding the spiraling costs of attending the Royal Easter Show, it's inevitable that a competitor would spring up and that's exactly where we found ourselves on Saturday. "The Family Show", ironically located at the original Moore Park grounds of the Royal Easter Show (but prohibited by copyright from using the term "Easter" in its title) proved a very worthy alternative. With free entry, free car parking and Bodhi far more interested in the petting zoo than show bags, it also proved decidedly cheaper.
This year was one of the few times that Greek Easter falls in line with traditional Easter. Normally, we'd attend midnight mass then head back to my uncle's place for Avgolemono soup. However, with the church full and bad weather outside, we opted out of the mass, favoring instead to carry on the tradition of breaking the fast with a bowl of soup. My fast lasting all of three hours since consuming the last sausage at dinner is testament to the fact that I'm not religious but it is a lovely chance to catch up with the relatives and shoot the breeze.
Sunday was Italian family Easter lunch, then more family visits with The Lovely Samantha's side. Uncle Jim brought out his guitar which inspired a spontaneous old fashioned sing-a-long. Bodhi was mesmerised.Monday was a pretty relaxed affair.
In other news, I've been sizing up the back half of the house for a tart up (nothing expensive, just window dressing), but given my propensity to make a mountain out of a DIY molehill, be warned of the nature of weekend updates for the foreseeable future.
see ya,
Minas.
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