It's Easter Sunday, and I heard a strange musical sound outside earlier. Music Box Dancer, in fact. Inquisitive, I peered outside to find an ice cream truck cruising hopefully down the road. It's sub-zero (17C) out there, grey and cloudy, but there he was. Not exactly doing a roaring trade, but definitely hopeful.
I wish you all an Easter filled with chocolate and bunnies and ice cream and hopes fulfilled.
I wish you all an Easter filled with chocolate and bunnies and ice cream and hopes fulfilled.