It's April tomorrow...just thought I'd mention it in case you've forgotten, easy enough to do when the wind is blowing straight from the Siberian Steppes and the thought of taking a couple of blankets off the bed fills you with horror...

You know by now that I don't follow any formal religious path...but I do find it ever so slightly odd that there hasn't been a single programme on television celebrating Easter. Unless you count the film Barabbas, which must be easily fifty years old, that was shown the other afternoon. Just strikes me as odd actually...you'd think some effort could be made by the established Church to promote the Easter message. Perhaps it isn't allowed now with everyone falling over themselves to not offend people of differing beliefs...

There was a time when I imagined I'd begin going to some sort of Church when I was old...just to hedge my bets really. After all, it would be terribly embarrassing to reach the pearly gates and find St Peter yanked you back by your collar and said ' Needn't think you're going in there matey...not after what you used to say about us' doesn't suppose saying you were really sorry and didn't mean it would work either...

We remembered to put the clocks forward anyway...Himself had a panic attack when he'd forgotten the computers change the clocks all on their own and asked did I know how to do it and I told him not to be silly and he sulked for a while until it dawned on him...

The clock in the car is only showing the right time for half of the year because neither of us can work out how to change it...

And there is something weird about the car radio...it comes on when we go over a bump in the road so you suddenly hear a disembodied voice reading out the news or some awful pop song blaring away...enough to give anyone the frights.

Another day of fiddling about for me...I spent the morning on Ancestry filling in some gaps, but didn't find any interesting occupations apart from a lead miner...lead mining must have been as grim as coal-mining in the 1800's I would think, with the added complication of contracting lead poisoning.

I had a few screams of frustration over Americans again thinking Durham in the north of England is actually in South Carolina...the absolute worst case of mistaken towns and counties was when I'd gone back to the 1300's and some bright eejit had the children of a family all born in the States and honestly I was sooo tempted to send them a message and explain about settlement in America and such like...Flanders has some Americans bewildered as well...that ends up in America somewhere...they include the lad's name and rank and the fact he died of his wounds in the Western Theatre of War and is buried in a War graves cemetery in Flanders and then they tack United States of America on the end. I used to think it was perhaps because the boy who died was American...not a bit of it. They were British born and bred.

Apologies to my American friends...

And why were they known as Theatres of War? It somehow makes it appear less horrific than it actually was...

Then this afternoon I retreated into my workroom and fiddled about doing a bit of this and some of that. I still haven't ordered any more fabric even though I have a couple of projects in mind, neither have I finished the quilt 'cos I haven't any filling for it yet.

We bought a funny little wall cupboard months ago at the car boot sale that I kept small treasures in...my clay pipes and the rattle from a rattlesnake and other odds and sods. It's almost falling to bits so I've sanded it down and given it an undercoat...it needs filler as well but that'll have to wait until Tuesday when the shops are open again.

I think I still have some alligator teeth actually so they could go in there when it's finished. I was given those when we went to some wildlife place donkeys years ago because there was a turtle who'd managed to get on his back and the poor thing was waving it's legs in the air totally stuck. I told one of the keepers who dived in and rescued it then she scrabbled about and found half a dozen alligator teeth which she gave me as a reward. They shed their teeth throughout their lives apparently so she had plenty to spare...

Don't think there is anything else note worthy to tell you...oh, yes there is. A friend who was one of our peoples social workers is coming to visit us in September...he is a Yorkshire man and his name is Harry. He sold everything when he retired and bought a Caravanette in which he travels about from place to place...but he's never been to Ireland which is remiss of him. So, it's almost arranged that he comes over and visits us...we've not met for over fifteen years.

And my crook brother is coming in May as is Teresa and Reuben...perhaps I ought to start doing a bit of dusting...