Harry

Another day ticked-off on the seemingly endless Easter break.

This is my nephew Harry and he's been out looking for Easter-eggs in the garden (although possibly not quite as successfully as his cousins and sisters judging by the expression on his face.)

Like Halloween, Easter in the UK has been transformed from the simple (and inexpensive) pleasure of painting boiled-eggs and rolling them down a hill to a full-on confectionery fest that makes Willy Wonka and his Chocolate factory look like a health farm!

What's hilarious is that the last big salmonella scare wasn't from eggs it was from chocolate!


No-one seems to care though and I'm just coming over as grumpy.


Anyway, everyone is now feeling bilious and demanding "anything except more Easter-eggs..."

Chocolate pig anyone....anyone...?