Tulips

Mr HCB doesn’t think Easter eggs are good for me. Not once in 40 years has he given me one.

He doesn’t like them himself. He still has some of the one that some misguided friends gave him last year. I tell him it’s past its eat-by date, but he thinks it’s just a ruse so that I can eat it myself.

The same friends messaged today to say that, as they couldn’t give us this year’s eggs, they would think of us as they ate them. These little eggs are what I would have given them in return, so at least I get some chocolate.

On the other hand, Mr HCB did pick these lovely tulips for me from his vegetable garden, so maybe he is not so bad.