Growing up I was never sure what you were meant to do with the day. It just felt like a disappointing Christmas. I had an auntie and uncle who came down every year, went out to eat and had Easter eggs. That was it really.
This year, gave my lad a couple of eggs. He played his first match for ages so it was good to get out. They lost 4-0, we need a new keeper and the third was a mile offside. Sun’s out, going to cook roast beef later. That’s it. I’m sure I’m meant to be doing something a bit more Eastery or is that more for the God squad?