An egg-sellent day.

IT'S the evening of Easter Sunday and I can honestly say I haven't had many more relaxing days.

The boys have been relaxed despite the inevitable whinges about the easter egg hunt clues being too difficult - probably because I was nagged into doing them after Match of the Day and five large-ish glasses of red.

A four mile run just before lunch followed by a stroll with the dog and a cuppa in an old fashioned park caff gave me that wonderfully lazy, achy feeling.

Families are lovely when it's like this...shame it doesn't happen more often.