Sleepage...

Well. I'm back again, my third consecutive day on the blog.

You know what's a STRANGE thing? Easter. It's supposed to be however many years after Jesus died. But it's on a Sunday. Constantly. So it can't be.

Also, eggs. I've heard it's to symbolise new life at Spring, but that's nothing to do with the easter story. New life at the ressurection? Oh wait no, we eat the eggs, so there's no new chicken life there. Unlucky for them. I've also been told that they're the stone at Jesus's tomb that was rolled away. Strange. I thought that the Romans were smarter than to use eggs to barricade a cave. 'Specially chocolate ones.

ANYWAY!

I had a fun day today. Feathers McGraw and Zazu took their first steps, bless, don't they grow up so fast, etc, etc. That reminds me. here's a good pic.

Mother and daughter. Bless. And yeah, that hulking beast there is the tiny mini-egg sized thing you saw on my hand three days ago.

So, second and final day of performing "The Rock" today. Pretty darned good. Lots of applause, fanfare, chocolate, backpatting and aftershow parties all round. Rather tired now, but it was all good and fun. AND I discovered that there IS a limit to the amount of J2O's you can drink without wanting to die. But hey, apple and blackcurrent. What can I say.

Well, I think I'm gonna say toodles now. It's twenty-five to midnight. So ta-ta. Have fun.