I was going to go to church today, but thanks to freakin' daylight savings (and my not realising this was today), I overslept. Dammit. Ah well, next week, then. :/
(I know, I could go to the afternoon service, but even 11am feels late for a service, to me.)
Best thing about Easter Sunday: having a huuuuuge-ass brunch, and ending it with a chocolate egg dipped in hot coffee. (Shut up, I'm weird about how I eat my chocolate.) I love my mum for bringing over proper Belgian easter eggs for me. (On the plane. In checked-in luggage And they somehow survived. Wow.)
Though I do feel a bit homesick and lonely now, because normally said brunch would be at my parents. Sigh.
(Best thing about living in the UK, though? The ability to buy painkillers on a Sunday. Fuckin' ow.)
