As if it wasn’t confusing enough with having to worship the baby Jesus and the Easter Bunny in one weekend, this year there was Easter Ed, writes Lis Breslin.
You know, sometimes you have those days. Or weeks, even. Where the sun doesn't quite shine, metaphorically or actually, Liz Breslin writes.
We are cruising at 40,000 feet and the weather at our destination is expected to be stormy, writes Lis Breslin.
New Year, new start ... I don’t really believe in any of that business of making change just because it’s the prescribed day, writes Liz Breslin.
You know how some people get all excited about ball-kicking world cups? For Liz Breslin, the equivalent is Festivalland.
Most of us have this really weird elastic relationship with the years and months, weeks and days, hours and seconds that tick over and add up to our lives, writes Liz Breslin.
Sunday night, I went to bed relishing two whole actual long weeks without the regulation of hourly work bells, writes Liz Breslin.
They say, whoever they are, that learning new things keeps you younger. Which has Liz Breslin hovering, this summer, somewhere in her heady 20s.