My Easter Sunday 2016

Wake up in Premier Inn somewhere around Peterborough.

Drink first coffee in six weeks (inferior to Oasis coffee, natch, but still good).

Drive to Spalding, attend baptism of a 10-year-old friend of mine. Amazing.

(She thinks I am awesome at Candy Crush, which isn't true, but nice to hear).

Eat enormous pub meal.

Drive three hours home to Southend.

Print an entire ream of quiz sheets in church office (note to self: don't tell finance administrator how much colour copying you did).

Run chocolate-themed quiz night in pub next door to church.

Annoy a team of ministers (including line manager) who play their joker on the 'Easter story' round, only to discover that the questions have only the most tenuous links to Easter story. (So as not to give the church teams an advantage. Clearly.)

Lose voice.

Raise £200 for food bank and suspended meals.

Collapse in bed.

Remember I am supposed to be blogging today.

A good day.

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