At 5pm on Maundy Thursday on the way home from school we found the Easter Bunny, resting in the the mouth of a football goal. One of us, no names, but we have had quite a few long, rough weeks, had just had a bit of a paddy fit in the middle of the road, right next to the bunny, but it didn't seem to bother him. We walked around him to check he wasn't caught in the net, but he appeared fine, and on Good Friday morning when I walked passed with the dog he'd hopped it, presumably he's getting ready to deliver all those Easter eggs. Some of you may doubt this, having looked at the photographic evidence and seen that this is in fact a hare with his winter coat on, but here in Sweden the Easter Bunny is an Easter Hare, so there!
Glad Pask till er alla, hoppas pask haren hoppar inte over er.
Happy Easter to you all, hope the Easter Bunny doesn't skip over you.