Well here it is Easter, what memories of this time of year have you got?
Below is one of my tales, which I'm happy to say Alex Lester of Radio 2 fame read out to the world.
Alex Lester
(weekdays 3 'til 6)
Long, long ago when I was about 8 my father arranged an Easter Sunday surprise that I'll never forget.
We had an allotment and my brothers, sister and I were all responsible for looking after a rabbit each, he came home that morning and asked me to guess what we were having for a special Sunday lunch.
I guessed correctly and answered RABBIT, he then asked, "yes but whose rabbit?"
I went through the other family members guessing wrong until it dawned on me it was MY rabbit.
At this I burst into tears and said that he couldn't have it I would keep it in my bedroom, "too late for that he said it's already dead!", broken hearted I ran sobbing to my bedroom.
An hour or so later the smell of roast rabbit reached into my place of recluse, soon the aroma got to be very strong and tempting so I went down to the kitchen where my Mum was cooking and declared,
"because it's my rabbit I bagsie the kidneys!", I then put my coat on and went out to play no longer effected by the loss I'd suffered.
I've always been grateful to Dad for teaching me where meat comes from and whenever I now smell roast rabbit I always remember the tastiest one I've ever eaten.
Happy Easter everybody, and if the Easter bunny does call remember, not all rabbits are for eating!
