Friday, 29 April 2011


There have been eggs hunted at my Granny and Grandpa's house on Easter Sunday since time began, or certainly since I could walk.
There has never been a shortage of children and adults willing to race against the sun to find the slowley melting chocolates, and there has never been a year when all the little foil wrapped mini eggs were found. My brother and I used to delight in finding the remains of them in obscure hiding places throughout the year! 

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