ONE AT A TIME
Easter is over, thank goodness, now back to normal. Or is it? Coconut has had enough chocolate to keep him going for a year, and is barbecued out, and has to be in shape for the CWA ladies’ wonderful spread on Anzac Day. He’s been placing champagne bottles into the garbage bin one at a time, so the neighbours don’t think he’s a boozer….Coconut hopes you had a great Easter as well. . . The long suffering and weary waitresses and front of house people opined that they were going to be quite glad when Easter was over. One place was like a four-year-old’s birthday party that had gone about two hours beyond the normal distance. Coconut felt like sobbing too.