Easter Saturday: we go round to the in-laws. Accompanying a hearty meal is a considerable amount of wine. And Glen Moray single malt. My father-in-law is very generous with the latter.
Easter Sunday: we go round to some friends. Last night I was drinking pints of Snecklifter. I don't know if I've ever lifted a sneck before
Easter Monday: we sit on our sofas all day, groaning slightly. We emit the odd whimper.
Kids - don't do drink. It's not big or clever. Never again.