Easter has been and gone

I've never really understood Easter. I mean, what a mish-mash of religion and pagan-babble? Let's be fair, Spring is a wonderful time. Things that have died come alive again. The world of around us bursts forth with life. And so on and such guff. As such, various faiths from all of history have thought the time around Easter to be pretty darn special (especially if you had to spend Winter in a cave or some sort of mud hut). Lots of Gods, Goddesses and so on to give thanks to. Cunning old Christians thought to tack Easter onto pagan festivals to Oeastre (or whoever she was) to start the ball rolling with lots of christian converts who could keep their holidays, but it's come around to bite them in this day and age...

Shops that should know better are full of Easter tat. Easter bunnies, chocolate eggs. Add in the fact that we get Friday-Monday off (treating Friday and Monday like a Sunday) and no-one knows where they are. I mean, I know it's a Tuesday, but it feels like a Monday. And I had no idea what the date was until I booted up the office PC this morning. Chaos. Total bodyclock chaos!! lol.