Extremely bored this morning I started thinking about April Fool’s Day jokes for next year. I’ve never been very good at them, see, and I thought if I gave myself several months to think about it, I might be able to come up with something, anything, for once. I usually come up with something great by about April 2nd. And then forget by April 3rd.

So I looked on next year’s calendar to see if we’ll have guests that day. And blow me down, if it isn’t Easter Monday. That’s Bank Holiday Monday to the rest of us, but Easter’s kind of a big thing around here, although to be brutally honest I’m very sceptical about the whole thing.

But the placing of April Fool’s day made me think. AFD is a pretty old tradition, right? Lets say BCE old? And Easter moves around each year, right? So let’s say there’s a chance that what we now call “Easter Sunday”, when someone was supposed to rise from the dead (which, lets face it, is quite unlikely and seems to smack of April Fool to me) fell on April the first.

Do you follow me?

I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, there’s something that theologians might not have taken into account all this time.

Interesting.

I’m still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. Some days I want to be a director, some days a writer, some days an acting tutor, some days an actress, some days to sit around and make beautiful things that people will look at and be happy, and sometimes when I have someone else’s child in my arms, I just want to go and live on a farm with ducks and chickens and cats, or in a city with busy-ness and noise and lots of life and things, and have lots and lots of children. Well, a couple anyway. I’ll just keep having them until I get bored.

(I was once coming home from a gig late at night, and just outside Ladbroke Grove Tube station, A man stopped me, from his position on the pavement, and, clutching his bottle of cider in one hand he pointed at me with the other and gave me an incredible piece of advice — “What you’ve got to do, y’see. What you’ve got to do, is to live forever. Or until you get bored”)

When I was little, I seem to remember, I wanted to be a fairy princess, then a teacher, a mum, a jazz singer, a lawyer, a bassist in a band (I can’t play a journalist, an actress, and all sorts of other random things. Usually for less than a week did I want to be these things, but they were aspirations all the same.