I ended up having a quiet Easter wekekend at home, messing about in Photoshop, writing letters, watching random DVDs and making crumble. Except for Good Friday, which I spent surrounded by a multitude of popes, priests, nuns and an errant rabbi.
For this, we have to blame
Tamsin, who happened to have a spare ticket to the
Hendricks masked ball,
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