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My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Despite being somewhat relieved that Creme Egg season is finally over, Caro has been JONESING for a Creme Egg.

"It's getting pretty bad," she admitted. "I bought some desperation M&M's the other day, but my heart wasn't in it."

So I was delighted with myself at Woolworth's today when I came across the SECRET STASH OF BARGAIN PRICE DISCONTINUED CREME EGGS.

"CARO! CARO! CARO!" I said. And escorted her to the location, with her excitedly following me with our trolley, going so fast she was cornering on two wheels.

"THIS IS VERY EXCITING!" I said. "GET READY TO SLAM ON THE BRAKES!!"

I am quite dramatic. 

So Caro bought THIRTY-SIX Creme Eggs all for herself. But at the checkout we pretended that they were for our fictional children* and that they are to be rationed throughout the year.

The checkout lady lost count while I was explaining this and had to start over again. The man behind us did not visibly facepalm, but in his heart I could tell that he did.

I might pop back for some more later in the week.

S.

* We have six fictional children if you were wondering. We're worried about Neville, the eldest, but the others are all angels.