Hello friends, wishing you all a very happy Easter, whatever it means for you.
Whoops, one egg didn't survive. It was very cracked so I thought it best to eat it.
So, my little Easter memory...
When my sister and I were very young we went with my parents to visit some of their friends who lived in a timber cottage in the forest just outside of Hobart. They had a toilet in an old phone box and their bath was outside, over a fire. There was a stream flowing by the house.
Rachael and I decided to go exploring and couldn't believe our eyes when we found a trail of Easter eggs! We collected as many as we could find and ran excitedly back to the house to be told that they were in fact hidden for the children who lived in the house. We were devastated as we seriously thought the Easter bunny had left them for us. We were told to return them and I have to admit, they went back in a very haphazard manner. For memory, we were so upset we threw quite a few of them! Do you remember that Rachael?
Keep safe everyone :)