Despite the gloomy exterior, spring has officially sprung and who am I to argue with a four day weekend and stuffing my face with chocolate? In fact, already I have lied to you as I have only received one Easter egg and I polished that off pretty much as soon as I got it. Never the less one must not be downcast and I must look to the future, Easter Sunday that is, and expect a flurry of eggs in the same way I expected a flurry of Valentines card (not even one that time). I'm chuckling to myself now as I imagine the post man fretfully shoving each glorious chocolate egg through my post box, wondering to himself "how on earth will I ever get this 15th egg through?!". Yes that's right my post man comes on Sundays and people also now get sent eggs in the post. It's true I swear.

Anyway, no roast lamb dish to speak of yet, but there are definite Spring time happenings going on in my flat this weekend. Ok so this may have so far involved the announcement of a 'spring clean', where by I instantly stood by my word and emptied two laundry baskets full of washing into the spare room, sorted them into about eight large mounds and that is where they still lay. But all good intentions need to start somehwere and I anticipate a busy day.

Foodwise, I thought it worth a mention that I decided to bake some bread which requires no kneading. I scoured some recipes online and I decided to go with old reliable Delia, who assured me that as long as I leave the dough to rise for long enough then I will end up with perfect bread. I duly made up the dough last night and left it overnight and it is now waiting for me to pop it in the oven. I have included a 'before' picture and will report back later with a Blue Peter style 'after'. At the moment I'm not sure whether to trust Delia as it does not seem to have risen as much as she predicted, but I won't dismiss her until after. Like most things I have imagined this will change my life and envisgae every Saturday from now on for the rest of my life waking up earlier than I should and starting the day off with a freshly baked loaf and a mop of my floury domestic brow. Alas like most of my visions this in unlikely to happen, but in the spirit of Easter (happy spring lambs, green fields....um....chocolate eggs that make you smile) I will retain my optimism.