Abstract Acacias

I wake up, go into the bathroom, and am stunned by the sight of flowers filling the sink and covering the toilet.

OK, not actually filling or covering: there was a basket perched on each of the two, and one of the baskets was actually filled with flowers, while the other had a couple plants and some cheeses and a thing of dry Italian salami and some eggs of chocolatey-goodness and those wonderful little marshmallow chicks. And a Cadbury's caramel egg, because the bastards around here don't sell proper Cadbury's creme eggs. (Bastards.)

Ah, the joys of having parents at Eastertide. (And yes, I know I'm Jewish, that's why I don't have to go to church or do anything daft for Easter.)