Before I start, Happy Easter. There we go, thats better.
My favourite church service of the year is the Easter sunrise service. It starts at 6am but with the clocks going forward last night meant that my body and one of the clocks in my bedroom felt like it was earlier. I woke up and one of the clocks in my room (the correct clock) said 5.50am. I was running late (I can’t believe 5.50am is ‘late’ for anything but it was) I rolled out of bed quiet as a tired mouse wearing slippers, chucked some clothes on and headed downstairs, I then proceeded (in the dark) to step on a plastic cup from my daughters tea making set, cry a little inside quietly and grabbed my coat. I headed to my car, got in and started the engine. I looked at the windscreen and realised the whole car was frozen and needed de-icing, I de-iced it and got driving up to the church. Now the reason that this service is the best of the year is that when you turn up you all stand around a fire outside the church (our vicar is a pyromaniac), it is dark so you can make out the shape of people and kind of greet them with all the enthusiasm you can muster on a cold, dark and sleepy morning. But you don’t mind the cold, the dark or the sleepiness because you know that all of the other people there have had the same morning as you, at that moment you have a lot in common no matter if you are old or young or male or female. Most would have creeped out of their house trying not to wake their partners and/or kids, you can see they are all shivering, you can see they are all tired but you all have made the effort, it feels like a team. Its a peaceful service (with the exception of a brief moment where you get given noisy sunday school style instruments to shake, I imagine just to make sure everyone stays awake) it feels so friendly and is a refreshing experience going in to the service in the dark and coming out in the light. Better still there is food afterwards. But no cereal.
I got home and watched lasts nights Football League Show to see the Bournemouth goal from the other day. My wife came down and I remembered she wanted eggs and bacon for her Easter Morning breakfast which I set about making, I was so pleased that all the timings were perfect, my wife likes a boiled egg to be dippy, like her husband, just as I was about to get the eggs out of the bubbling water my daughter cried, I rushed out. She had got her finger stuck in a window of a dolls house, I managed to get the finger out, treat the finger with a refridgerated Mr. Happy cooling aid and got back to serve my now over cooked Easter breakfast for my wife. All this made me forget to have cereal. At 8.30pm tonight I remembered, after eating cheese and crumpets for dinner I had to eat my cereal. I had a new cereal. Recommended to me by Sharon at Kellogg’s as a ‘yummy healthy new cereal’ I was now on my Kellogg’s Coco Pops Croc Prints review :
I am not going to lie about it, slightly feeling sick of eating lots of chocolate and roast dinner at lunch and crumpets and cheese the last words I wanted to see on the box were ‘High in Fibre’, especially when they are not just written on the back in small writing, they are slapped on the front in a way that really shoves the fact in your face, ‘HIGH IN FIBRE’. Only time will tell how that effects me. As for the cereal, it wasn’t terrible. I was nervous as Sharon at Kellogg’s said it was a healthy alternative to the rest of the Coco Pops range which immediately says ‘dull’ in my head. Flavour wise they were like a room painted by a substandard apprentice painter called Johnny who was only on the course to please his parents, they needed another coat, you could see it was meant to be chocolatey but it could have been better. Texture wise they were like mini polystyrene packaging chips, not great but miles better than some cereals the quest has served up so far. We will see how my morning taste buds react to it tomorrow.