It seems that the Easter Bunny is affected by the recession like everyone else. I normally find an Easter egg on my desk when I turn up to work on the last day before the Easter break. This year, instead of a chocolate Easter egg, we got sent a link to photos of Easter eggs on the intranet. What good is that? I can’t eat that.

It turns out the Easter Bunny had a sense of humour and the Easter egg delivery had just been delayed. When I woke up this morning, I found my Easter egg sitting right outside my bedroom door. It’s not the usual ostrich size egg that I received for the last few years. Instead, it’s a chicken size creme egg. Given the current economic situation, I am grateful for what I got. Thank you Easter Bunny. I really appreciate it.