The Great Strata Easter Caper
or, an ode to chocolate, rabbits, and the long suffering souls who keep our strata buildings from descending into chaos …
A Quick Read
Every Easter, a Bunny brings sweet and delicious treats [often egglike] to delight children and adults as the modern version of harvest renewal celebrations. So, is there a Strata Easter Bunny? And, if so, who is it, and are they bringing some strata eggs this year?
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The Full Article
INTRODUCTION
Long before discount‑store rabbits began multiplying on supermarket shelves, Beatrix Potter’s The Tale of Peter Rabbit (1902) taught the world two important lessons:
1. Rabbits are incorrigible rule‑breakers.
2. Someone (usually a flustered gardener) is left to tidy up the mess.
Fast forward a century and the mischievous Peter has morphed into the modern Easter Bunny; now a globe trotting, chocolate toting icon who somehow survives on a diet of sugar and whimsy. Children adore the myth; adults endure the calories; dentists quietly order new yachts.
But in the vertical villages that are our strata buildings, a different sort of long‑eared legend hops through the corridors: the Strata Easter Bunny otherwise known as your strata manager.
CELEBRATING WITH THE STRATA EASTER BUNNY
Here’s a comparison chart between the classic Easter Bunny and its strata manager doppelganger.
TABLE 1:
And, here’s a 7-point analysis of the similarities and differences.
1. Hidden Workings, Visible Impact
Just as the Easter Bunny never invoices for fuel or carrot allowances, strata managers perform invisible feats daily.
They juggle insurance renewals, organise lift repairs, and decode the ancient hieroglyphs known as “meeting minutes.” Residents rarely witness these heroic acts—yet everyone notices when the hot water system resurrects itself on Easter Sunday.
2. Harbingers of Harmony
Chocolate has a remarkable ability to make siblings stop fighting (for about seven minutes).
Similarly, a well timed mediation email from the strata manager can turn warring neighbours into begrudging nodders in the lift. Sure, no one hugs; but at least the strata building group chat cools below boiling point.
3. Providers of Essentials
The Easter Bunny delivers eggs; the strata manager delivers fire door and smoke alarm certifications.
One is delicious, the other legally compulsory. Both, however, can melt under pressure: especially if the air conditioning fails again.
4. Efficiency Personified
Folklore claims the Easter Bunny visits every household in a single night.
Meanwhile, your strata manager wrangles contractors, auditors, and that one strata owner who still faxes things; all before COB Thursday. Frankly, the rabbit has it easy as it doesn’t have to explain special levies.
5. Guardians of Tradition
While the Easter Bunny protects the sanctity of egg hunts, the strata manager protects the sanctity of common property.
No, you may not turn the lobby into a pop up art gallery for your cousin’s resin sculptures: unless the committee votes 75 % in favour and the strata plan’s fire egress remains compliant. (Happy Easter!)
6. Agents of Transformation
Autumn brings coloured leaves; strata managers bring building upgrades.
A new coat of paint, a LED lighting upgrade, solar panels and maybe even a rooftop garden; proof that miracles do happen when the capital works fund is healthy and nobody objects on aesthetic grounds.
7. Faces of Comfort
Kids run to the Easter Bunny for hugs; residents run to the strata manager for everything else.
Like leaks, squeaks, and existential questions like “Why are we paying for someone else’s dog to ride the lift?” The answer is usually hidden in the by‑laws; at page 43, subsection (iii)(b), if you’re curious.
CONCLUSIONS: SOME BUNNY HAS TO DO IT
So, as you tear open another foil wrapped truffle and contemplate the nutritional value of cocoa flavoured air, spare a thought for the Strata Easter Bunny / Strata Manager.
While you’re searching for eggs, they’re hunting for unpaid levies.
While you debate whether 10 AM is too early for a crème egg, they’re debating whether the fire panel is about to stage its own resurrection.
May your hot cross buns stay warm, your common property areas stay tidy, and your strata manager’s inbox stay mercifully quiet; at least until Tuesday.
And if you do bump into them this weekend, perhaps offer a chocolate egg in gratitude. After all, those levies don’t collect themselves.
Happy Easter, strata citizens. May all your bunnies [real, mythical, and managerial] deliver exactly what you’re hoping for.
April 17, 2025
Francesco ...