Easter

With A Sister 

Monday, 14th of April, 23:50, after nearly two years of not seeing each other, we were reunited.

Oh how soppy that sounds, but it’s the truth. I got in my mum’s car, drove to Gardermoen, and picked up Gwen. For the next four days we basically chilled out in Norway before getting on a Ryanair flight together, the 19^th of April. 

 Of course, fate would have it that the 18^th I woke with a really bad cold, but ah, such is life.

Easter Sunday was a day of relaxation, as most shops were closed anyway, and the weather wasn’t exactly sublime (another of-course). Monday however came with a clear sky and wonderful sunlight. It called for a walk to Lidl and a trip out on the Southend

Pier, the longest pier of… Europe? Can’t remember.

Tuesday 22^nd I was back in school and Gwen became my personal chef, making me pancakes for dinner. 

Thursday she in the end went home, having to catch the bus as agonizingly early as 6 in the morning. After ten great days we were once again to be parted (cue tears and violin music). Wednesday we celebrated our brief reunion with dinner and a few drinks at Spoons (a pub).