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Easter and eggs

You’d think that all the new large superstores would provide greater diversity wouldn’t you?  They don’t though, do they.  I was looking for an Easter Egg with chocolate buttons and I went to three of the big however-many-there-are big ones and not only were there no eggs of that kind, also all three stores had exactly the same basic, cheap fun (?) Easter eggs.  Yorkies, smarties, and, um, Lindor?  Can’t remember.  (Oh Alright.  Waitrose had dozens of upmarket, expensive eggs made by several top of the range chocolate companies).  And most of them had a few bits of Green and Black- not all fair trade any more, sadly.

I didn’t have much time for detailed analysis because we were going to a fiftieth birthday do in Salisbury later and I felt pressured.  Just took a general impression – Oh they haven’t got what I want.  Oh look they’re all the same.  Oh look the ones that aren’t the same are either a) absolute crap or b) ridiculously expensive.  Oh dear, the fairtrade ones are either a) or b) or not enough fun for a three year old.

Anyway, we went to the party.  As expected, we didn’t know any one apart from the fiftieth (she didn’t look a day over thirty) and her husband.  And as it was in a lovely old pub and which was absolutely packed out with lots of people who looked much older than fifty – some even older than us – and all seemed to know each other, we stood around for a while, had a drink – getting which took most of the time we were there – ate a hot dog and a burger and decided that we’d listen to the band for a while and then sneak off and eat properly somewhere else.  Actually the band were pretty good.  Seventies covers and lots of energy and plenty of hairstyle to go with their image.  Loud too. Oof!

Then we set off and did our usual spur of the moment eating on the way home thing.  Which is to say, not.  We just don’t seem to be able to choose a place while on a journey.  We reject various possibilities confidently – too much of a detour, looks a bit rubbish, don’t feel like one of those, probably closed on whichever day or time it is – and then realise that actually everywhere will be closing soon.  And come to think of it we’re nearly home and really????  aren’t there any more fish and chip shops in Newbury???  And that one closed at 10.30??????

Then we got home, hardly bothering to  feel hungry any more, and had a very nice bacon and egg sandwich.

So today (I won’t worry about which day that was/will be by the time I get round to posting this) the Middles came for Easter.  Little Middle has spent a happy hour with Granddad, sorting his coins, which will, she assures me,  turn into a bicycle if left overnight.  I suggested it might be more like the Sleeping Beauty and take a hundred years.  She politely listened to this suggestion without comment.  Earlier I was treated to a video of her telling Mum  a fairy story of her own devising.  It went like this (imagine Karen in Outnumbered to get the intonation and cadence)

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, beautiful princess called Snuggly Buggly, who wanted to do something but she couldn’t do it so she went all around the whole world.  Then she wanted some salad but she couldn’t have it because it was in the wicked witch’s castle so she climbed over a wall and that’s the end.”

Now, the boys have gone to the pub, leaving Little Middle engrossed in CeeBeebies and me and Mrs Middle chilling out comfortably by the fire (Barney had a chilled moment of his own and lit all the fires).  We were amused to see Granddad and Mr Middle wrapping themselves in waterproofs and putting their hoods up in perfect synchronisation – all ready for the big trip across the drive to the car and the later trip to the pub from the car park.

And the next today, we had an Easter Egg hunt.   Little Middle helped Granddad search for eggs



And I found some raindrops


All good really.


April 23, 2014 - Posted by | Uncategorized |


  1. Bee and I completely forgot to give each other Easter eggs! I’ve just googled them – blimey! The history is murky to say the least. Definitely no chocolate there.

    Comment by Tim | April 23, 2014 | Reply

  2. Lovely! I used to love doing Easter egg hunts with cryptic clues for my poor bemused children.

    Comment by Rog | April 23, 2014 | Reply

  3. i couldn’t find any good eggs at all, so each grandchild got a Lindt bunny and the children got Green & Black’s, which I agree aren’t a patch on what they used to be.

    My children and their friends used to love my treasure hunts with cryptic clues, Rog. Mine were probably simpler than yours, though.

    Comment by zoesprake | April 24, 2014 | Reply

  4. Naturally I had to google them too Tim and according to Wikipedia, “Since 2008, the International Association of Bomb Technicians and Investigators (IABTI) have sponsored a nationwide charity campaign in the U.S., building beeping Easter eggs every year for visually impaired children”. I’m sure there’s nothing in the least bit creepy about this, really.

    We’ll have to start thinking about that for next year Rog. It’ll probably take that long to come up with anything sensible.

    Little Middle got a Lindt bunny too Z – I was looking for the chocolate buttons for Mr Middle (because I’ve been told he loves them) and he did get a tiny bag of them. not quite as good as an eggful though.

    Comment by Mig | April 25, 2014 | Reply

  5. As I am not seeing my nephew and niece until this weekend, I had planned to be Auntie Tight-Wad and buy cut-price eggs this week, but the only ones I have seen are great big ‘normous fancy things. So they are getting football cards and a Peppa Pig magazine instead. Fewer calories.

    I still like Green and Blacks even if they have been absorbed into a larger company (Cadburys?)

    Comment by Liz | April 25, 2014 | Reply

  6. If it’s Cadbury’s I don’t mind so much Liz, and they still do have some fair trade goods. In previous years I have made a point of not getting chocolate for the children – it isn’t as though they’ll notice one less egg!

    Comment by Mig | April 26, 2014 | Reply

  7. It’s all Greek to me, this Green and Black. I’ll have to ask himself when he returns from his day out. He laments that there are no fancy eggs like he had in his childhood…this as he ate the dark chocolate Godiva bunny I bought him. He didn’t mind there was no fancy egg, not for long anyway. LOL!
    Grandad looks to be having great fun. I do hope they found them all.

    Comment by Mel | April 27, 2014 | Reply

  8. Godiva bunny Mel? would that be an undressed bunny then??
    They did find them all and then Little Middle shared them out – one each for all the grown ups and 8 for herself.

    Comment by Mig | April 27, 2014 | Reply

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