I've never thought of egg hunting as
part of the Easter experience, but this year I accidentally took part in three
Easter egg hunts. There was one at the office that I hadn't entered. One of my
friends was unable to attend so she let me compete in her place. I found three
eggs and won three prizes but they were all small and low status.
I found myself eating breakfast in the
pub on the Saturday of Easter weekend (because the café was closed, not because
I'm a high-functioning alcoholic) and there was another Easter Egg hunt. There
was a sign up beside the till that said if you could spot an egg behind the bar
then you would win a prize. I pointed out an egg in one of the optic hangars
and won another small chocolate egg.
The weirdest hunt was one that fate and
circumstance set for me. I wanted to cook cremes caramel for my friends, but I
didn't have enough eggs to make the custard. The local Co-op was closed for
Easter, the Tesco Express was open, but had sold out of eggs. The little Tesco
by the roundabout was open but had sold out of eggs. Thankfully the convenience
store in the Texaco petrol station had eggs to sell me. Buying them felt like a
real achievement.
Richard "happy zombie Jesus day" B
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