He is risen | Norton of Morton

Not only is tomorrow Easter Sunday, but it also happens to be my birthday. 35 years old. Thank you, that’s very sweet of you. Yes, I do look young. And yes, sometimes I do get challenged for ID when buying alcohol. Okay, that last bit isn’t true, at least since I’ve been sporting face whiskers. 

I like Easter and not just because it’s my birthday. After all, unlike Christmas Day, Easter has no fixed date (which I must admit, I find this a little annoying).  Plus, I don’t really do birthdays. 

Anyway, yes, I like Easter. After all, what’s not to like? Not only did the son of God come back from the dead, which is a little far-fetched even for Christianity, but there’s the small matter of eating lots and lots of chocolate. 
For some reason and despite not being religious, I gave up something for Lent. As I couldn’t give up buying clothes (I have a problem with that), I bravely relinquished full English breakfasts, which I am very partial to eating. 

Now I was expecting to feeling some kind of health benefit but alas, I feel exactly the same as I did at the start of the 40 day countdown. Ah well. 

I’ve been off with my two daughters this week, which was interrupted slightly by installing a new bath tub. Perhaps I should word that differently so please allow me to start again. My week off was interrupted slightly by watching my father install a new bath tub. I did try to get stuck in, carrying and heaving both old and new bath tubs upstairs, downstairs and in the lady’s chamber. I almost got my fingers caught between the bath and wall and I had had to crouch down on the floor a couple of times as I checked for leaks. But the result is that we now have a new bath tub, which is wonderful and long-overdue. I really am eternally grateful to Mr Norton Snr. 

Between then, I’ve enjoyed a picnic, been to the park, played boardgames, enjoyed the wonder of an afternoon nap and eat nice lunches, which is the benefit of being at home. 
The weather has been a bit rubbish, but to be completely truthful, it’s allowed me to wear tweed so I’m pleased.

Anyway, enough rambling. Did I mention it’s my birthday tomorrow?

G.M. Norton

Protagonist of ‘Norton of Morton’

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