Good Friday?

Hi, and Hello

I live in Norfolk, and it’s a Bank Holiday weekend, so we can play our usual game of ‘Count The Caravans’
It’s a beautiful concept that people who live in large cities have – on their weekends off they decide to tow an extended portaloo up to our coastline to show us what crowded living feels like.
One day I’ll pass a driving test, and when I do, my annual Easter pilgrimage will be to drive the length of the A11 from Hertfordshire up to Norfolk going VERY, VERY slowly all the way. It’ll be a crap weekend for me, but if I can stop some caravanners from completing their journey North, I’ll be Patron Saint Of Norfolk by April…

Melissa Rhyke (27) of Florida – my ‘cyber-girlfriend’ - has some curious thoughts on the Easter tradition. She is foregoing family festivities in favour of a double shift at the lab. The only Easter Bunny she’ll be seeing this year, she says, is the one she’ll be dissecting for research.
You gotta love her.
Even if she is 4500 miles away. And torturing God’s creatures in the name of genetic advancement.
I sometimes wonder if we will ever meet and, if we do, will we even like each other? We’ve never discussed height, so my fear is that she’ll turn out to be an eight foot giant with hands that could crush me like a Pringle, or a four foot six dwarf with disproportionately small genitalia, rendering any long-term sexual relationship difficult, if not painful.
I do worry about strange things..

Happy Easter

RC 21-3-08
1740 GMT