Death by chocolate…

David already has two eggs, one from each of us.

One of his Grandmas sent him a Fiver for a nice egg. After wanting to buy a £9 one (and being rebuffed by my refusing him an advance on next week’s pocket money) he succombed to five £1 ones from the asda.

I’m trying to persuade him to donate some to our eggs for the needy collection at work, but he remains unswayed at the moment.

Good for him!

We’ll ration him to one or two a week, so that lot should last through to May day.