Heaven's above! I've not long returned from town after witnessing some crazy, cockamamie scenes in the seasonal goods aisle of a supermarket. People were going nuts to nab what remaining chocolate Easter Eggs flitted about the shelves. You know the situation is pretty dire when Kit Kat starts to out number other varieties 10 - 1 and then become a desperate measure itself.
Over-stretching, tutting, some mild swear words, one proper swear word, stomping on toes etc. A young chap even popped a finger through the foil to secure himself a purchase! Thankfully, my sprogs are all fully grown and it's just the odd family few I buy for. Now, I'm not the most prepared person myself but these eggs have been commercially thrown in our faces since Christmas.
Cavity dread aside, my fondest Easter memory was not the cocoa buzz, but boiling a good old hens' egg, and hand-decorating and/or drawing faces on it! A huge bunch of we bairns would take our creations to the park and have rolling competitions down the grassy hill. If your opponents egg was cracked worse, you got the option of peeling and eating it. You couldn't shit for days but that was eventually counteracted by all the chocolate eggs your family fought over in supermarkets the previous night.
Have a Happy Easter.
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