Saturday 9th April 1977
It’s Easter weekend. And also the closest Saturday to my birthday on the 13th April. You know what that means? Yes – I get two Easter Eggs instead of one. No birthday present. No money. Just an extra bloody (I am 9!) Easter Egg from everyone who comes to visit. I hate it when Easter and my birthday are on the same day. It must be like having your birthday on Christmas Day. Except without the extra present. Just an Easter Egg!
Everyone is also being vey ‘holy’ after watching Jesus of Nazareth on TV. Forgive them father, for they know not what they do! Yes, making me sick from Easter Eggs! Then there is Roots, based on the book Mum read. The programme lasts for ages.
I am sulking