Over-egging it

We had a great plan; Mo would knock on the front door, I'd shout for the boys to come and see who it was, and they'd spy the Easter eggs displayed on the hall table. 

Instead, George walked straight past the eggs, had a look outside and then walked past the eggs again before heading back upstairs.

Eventually they got it though. 

After a chocolate frenzy, there was just time for a bit of egg-rolling by the harbour before going to Iain and Lindsay's for a top meal.