Realised this morning that the boot of the still locked Saab contains the baby's buggy, my wellington boots and all the CDs which put me in a good mood. It also contains three sets of white rabbit ears attached to plastic headbands (facepaints included); two bags of golden wrapped chocolate chicks, two bags of rainbow wrapped chocolate eggs and three little furry toy rabbits. That is to say the car has eaten Easter.
I suppose it could be worse. I could have woken up tomorrow and been forced to tell the children the Easter Bunny had died.