Whitney's parents are around, and they treated us to the same place where we went to the Easter brunch last year (the day before I started the 'new' job!)

Once again I was caught by a marauding Easter rabbit who was handing out posh doughnuts (the name of which I can't remember), and competition is stiff between this year and the last as to which costume was scarier. This one doesn't quite have the cold, dead eyes of the one that arrived last time, but made up for it with the smile instead - this is the kind of thing that you'd normally see at 2am just before being smashed in the face with an axe.