Well, it would have been but thanks to Mr. Covid it`s not.  Our eldest granddaughter was due to get married last October but that got postponed until today.   It`s now rearranged yet again, this time for this coming October.   Trouble is that today is a beautiful day here in deepest Kent and it would have made a perfect day for the wedding;  but of course only a handful of people would have been permitted to attend -  bride and groom, registrar, two witnesses and someone else to make up the allotted maximum of six, so not really a proper family occasion.  Oh well, all we can do now is to look forward to October in the hope that that can go ahead as planned, although these days one never knows for sure.

And it`s Easter.   Now Easter has always been a bit of a puzzle to me for various reasons - the date changes every year apparently, when you might assume that the crucifixion and the resurrection might have been well documented on particular days.  I`m not being disrespectful of other people`s religious beliefs but the whole thing about Easter seems mired in confusion, speculation and a large dose of myth and legend.   But it is nevertheless a time for `celebration` in the Christian world and so it`s a bit of a shame that Easter has, like Christmas and other `festivals,` been diminished by being taken over by rampant commercialism.

There`s Easter eggs, Easter bunnies, Fred Astaire and Judy Garland in their Easter Parade, Easter bonnets and, perhaps worst of all, the habit of sending Easter Cards to people, wishing them a happy Easter.   Now it occurs to me that the time of the year when someone has been nailed to a cross is not really a happy time.  Neither is a beautiful day when we could all have been celebrating our granddaughter`s wedding.  Maybe there`s a message in there for me somewhere but, as I have said before, if I get up there and find it`s all true after all, then I will be the first to apologise.  Fair enough?