My son Diarmuid strolled into the kitchen. “Mother, what day is it?” he asked. It’s strange how the days have blended into each other and life has become mundane. It was the weirdest Easter. So much so that I had forgotten to order the lamb. The menu is always a leg of lamb and I would have all the family for dinner. So my husband Tim was dispatched on Friday to our local SuperValu in Tower for provisions. He returned without lamb! He said he’d try the butchers in Ballincollig in the morning.

Sorry, we’ve no legs of lamb. They’re all sold out