Did you know that tomorrow it will be Easter Day in Bulgaria? I do like it on the (rare) occasions when the Daily Blog comes over all educational.
I owe this latest insight into Matters Bulgarian to six year old Vinnie who lives next door
and is a Constant Mine of Information. His mother is Bulgarian which is clearly a considerable advantage where Repeat Easters are concerned. Why have one Eggy Celebration when you could have two?
Vinnie tells me that his mother has cooked twenty-nine
eggs to mark the occasion. There were originally thirty eggs, he says, but one cracked. I can't imagine what Vinnie's mother is going to do with the twenty- nine eggs. It seems rather a lot to eat, don't you think? Later on I check out with my Best Friend
Google who informs me that there is a tradition in Bulgaria to paint and decorate eggs which are then used in egg fights, rather like our conker battles. I shall listen out tomorrow for sounds of warfare coming from next door.
I telephone eldest
granddaughter Katie to wish her a Happy Birthday. Yesterday, working girl that she is, she had to take cakes into work for all her colleagues, a tradition I remember from my own working days. Apparently the doughnuts were the most popular. Today she and her
family have been at the Point to Point races and, guess what, Running in Heels (that's the name of the horse by the way) was racing again. He fared no better this year than last year, when Mr B and I were there to cheer him on - but at least he was memorable.
Even if for all the wrong reasons.
Mr B took to the streets of Worthing town centre on a mobility scooter this morning, courtesy of the really rather wonderful folk at Shopmobility. Possibly a busy Saturday, in a crowded town centre, wasn't the
best of days to put the Shoprider through its paces. It was almost as stressful as Running in Heels.
It wasn't helped by the fact that major works are underway to redesign the main thoroughfare. Pedestrians were being diverted along a narrow uneven
path which was nowhere near wide enough for baby buggies, wheelchairs, or kiddies on scooters let alone Mr B, regally riding his Shoprider. Next time, I reassured Mr B, we will venture out on a Tuesday afternoon. He raised his eyebrows at me but didn't quibble
about there being a "next time" which I took to be a positive.
So, all in all, it hasn't been a particularly eventful day. Nothing earth-shattering has happened which is doubtless a Good Thing. Katie has enjoyed her nineteenth birthday, Running
in Heels didn't win its race, Mr B has taken to wheels, our next door neighbour has cooked - and presumably decorated - twenty-nine eggs and Vinnie is looking forward to a Bulgarian Easter Day tomorrow.
That's what you call Great Eggspectations.