Easter is a time for reflecting religously, a shit load of chocolate, and remembering anzacs just incase five days wasn't enough.

My step-dad and i were having one of those 'deep and meaningful' conversations which probably belong in any Aussie drama (god knows they need something half-decent) and he raised the most interesting matter. The said that "in twenty years or so when you're an 'old fart' like me, you'll look back and wished you had done things a lot differently". Indeed, he was right and people should correct things before it's too late. He suggested that i better patch up things with an old friend that ended sour and well, who can argue with fatherly advice.