Happy Easter

Yes, it's Easter Sunday and I've blipped eggs. What's the use of cliches if you can't indulge in one every now and then, when all other inspiration has deserted you eh?

These are special eggs - special to me anyway. I brought them back from Romania in 2008 and met the lady who made them. We sat in her lounge, drinking plum liquor, eating pastries and watching as she showed us how she made the intricate patterns using beeswax, colouring and a steady hand. She painted duck eggs, chicken eggs and even a few ostrich eggs.

I don't normally like fancy ornamental knick-knacks, but I do like these - mostly because they remind me of a truly wonderful trip to an amazing country.