Leaving all the religious aspects aside, Easter is a very different kind of public holiday from Christmas. For a start it's a movable feast, and despite all the commonsensical reasons for fixing it, I would rather like it to stay that way, for the sheer variety. Sometimes, like this year, it feels like Easter is still in winter; other times, it happens when May is already in sight. But it also amounts to two bank holidays that still have a bit of a ritual and fitting music on the radio (unlike what happens in August) but are nevertheless very low maintenance.
When the kids were young, the biggest activity was the Easter egg hunt which usually happened in the large garden of my friend Sue Benson, who had a skill in hiding the eggs in places that would seem challenging even to a twelve year old (jammed into the bark of inconveniently high tree branches, for example -- when the kids always thought they should be looking on the ground). The combined hunt and consumption (stopping if you were lucky just this side of vomitting) gave the grown-ups a good two hours of peaceful drinking.
Now, short of importing some surrogate grandchildren (no thanks), there is just one traditional meal to be cooked: the leg of lamb on Sunday, a 'sudden death' meal in the sense that you dont need to have been making some of the key elements (like the Christmas pud) for weeks: an in-and-out of the oven job, which you hope comes out with enough bits of red for those that like their lamb bloody, and brown for those with a partiality to the well cooked.
What this means is four days in which you are at liberty to do "something else".