I roll over and groan. A wet kiss greets me from the other side of the bed. Susan must have bought some sort of clover perfume …

“Bloody hell!”

( At first I think I must have done something to pissed off a mobster or something because there’s a horse head in my bed. )

I bought one of those pre-stuffed turkeys this morning. I can’t imagine having my arm shoved, elbow deep up a turkey stuffing bread up … Well anyway, gross. I look over to my tofu turkey. I know Susan would have eaten it with me but she likes Easter and it’s only right she should have her favourite Easter meal. I slip them into the oven wondering how in the world someone got tofu to look like a turkey. That must be some spell.

( I dump red berries into the pot... )