Day 1, Good Friday
7am: Have woken up thinking about my sister Emily. Daddy said she would be here when I woke up. Must go check. Need to get out of this cot pronto. Mummmy! MUMMMMYYYY!
7:03am: Mummy, you took ages to get here. Is Emmy here? She is? Hooray! She got in at 2am? Well then I imagine she will be ready to play by now. I’ll just run down to her bedroom and check. Emmmy! EMMMMYYYYY!
7:06am: I’m a bit over playing the “let’s pretend to sleep” game, Emmy. Think I will eat some breakfast instead. Is it Chocolate Egg Day yet? Mummmy? MUMMMMYYYY!
7:07am: Oh listen to that, Harry’s awake. I wonder who woke him up.
10:30am: We are going for a walk in the RAIN. This is very exciting. I will wear my rain coat. NOBODY HELP ME I WANT TO CARRY THE UMBRELLA ALL BY MYSELF. Why are complete strangers ducking and weaving away from me?
2:30pm: Hot cross buns are my favourite.
4pm: We are painting eggs. RED! I WANT RED PAINT! Wait, Daddy has blue. That’s it, BLUE! I WANT BLUE! Emmy, what colour do you have? Green? THAT’S THE ONE I WANT. I WANT GREEN. Mummy, stop trying to help, I can do it myself.
3.15pm: THERE IS GREEN PAINT ON MY HAND HELP HELP GET IT OFF GET IT OFFFFFFF.
Day 2, Saturday
12pm: Grace and Kiera are here and we are having an Easter Egg hunt. I don’t know what that means but I am VERY EXCITED. Aaaaargh this is very excellent, I am going to run as fast as I can on the spot and yell “yeah.” YEAH.
12:05pm: We are in the courtyard. There are chocolate eggs here. OH MY GOODNESS THERE ARE CHOCOLATE EGGS EVERYWHERE IN THE COURTYARD I KEEP FINDING THEM EVERYWHERE I LOOK THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
12:07pm: FRENZY! FRENZY!
12:10pm: Chocolate Easter eggs are my favourite.
12:11pm – 3:30pm: Chocolate, toys, games, friends. Grace is 11 and she lets me boss and drag her around everywhere I think I will kiss her. Lunch, toys, games, friends. I will drag Grace into the hall and make her pretend to be a puppy with me. Peppa Pig! I SKIPPED MY NAP. BAHAHAHA. Dessert, toys, games, friends. Grace is tired, I wonder why? I will sit on her lap and call her mummy. Chocolate!
4:05pm: I am feeling a little bit delirious. Think I will do a spot of spinning in the lounge room in front of all my friends. I keep falling over. I don’t care. Delirious! Frenzy! Frenzy!
Day 3, Easter Sunday
7:03am: CHOCOLATEEEEEEE. The Easter Bunny left chocolate in my bedroom! I am so happy. This is the best morning of my life.
7:08am: WHYYYYYYYY? Why can’t I eat my chocolate for breakfast? This is the worst morning of my life.
10:20am: We are walking so that Harry can sleep in the pram and Mummy can get coffee. Why does she always say she needs coffee? I don’t understand.
12pm: Mummy and Daddy found the Taco Truck, I found a park with swings and a slide. Harry is still asleep. We are all very happy.
12:03pm: Oh look! I found more Easter Eggs hidden at the bottom of the slippery slide! Hooray!
12:04pm: WHYYYYYYY? Why can’t I eat food I randomly found on the ground of a deserted and slightly derelict-looking park?
2:30pm: I’m not even tired I definitely don’t need a nap. Oh wow, Daddy is cuddling me on Mummy and Daddy’s bed! This is so much fun. Daddy wants to sleep but I will never sleep. I am going to play and make him laugh, it will be so much fu– zzzzzzzzzz.
4:30pm: Mummy why are you waking us up? I don’t want to get up. Ooh a bottle! I will let you give that to me and read me a story while I drink it, if it makes you happy.
6pm: We are going out for a night-time picnic. And Emmy is coming too. This is CRAZY good. We are outside, walking, and it’s dark! I can’t believe my eyes! It’s dark! I must keep reminding Mummy how amazing this is. I will say “Night night!” every few seconds, to make sure she doesn’t forget. Now I will tell Emmy “Night night” too, in case she hadn’t realised.
6:20pm: The park! The park! I love the park, and now we are in the park. At NIGHT. The park, at NIGHT! Wowwwwww!
7:01pm: We are on our way home. In the dark. At NIGHT. In the dark. We have been in the park. At NIGHT. This is the best night ever. I am never going to sleep again.
ps. Madeleine’s previous diary entry
