Every Easter when I was a child my mam would buy us all a new outfit, our Easter clothes as she would call them. Usually the week before Easter we would head off into town to find the perfect outfit. My older sister would always complain if our outfits did not cost the same and demand the difference. My mam of course would say no, it’s not about the cost. Then over Easter weekend we would call into my Nanna’s (she wasn’t my real Nanna but she always treated us like her grandchildren) house to collect our Easter bag.
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