‘Traditional’ Easter for the past twenty odd years has been to get massively out of shape at some kind of Easter club shindig on the Thursday night, afters till Saturday morning, then attempt to regain face shape before Family lunch of roast lamb on Easter Sunday.
The family bit was largely driven by my mum when she was alive as she was a devout Catholic.
These days, it’s slow roasted shoulder of lamb with Boulangere potatoes at home, which we often end up having on Monday as Sunday is still a write off…
