This might be the first Easter ever, when I haven't eaten a single Easter Egg. Though it is possible that the one I went through when I was two months old might have been fairly chocolate-free.
Still. It doesn't seem to have affected me; I put on an old belt this morning and was shocked to find that one end of it barely reached the buckle. I breathed in, pulled it tight and felt it cut into me like a string round sausages.
Somedays it seems much easier to buy a longer belt than it does to spend a month at the gym. But then, I'm sure that's most of the world's trouble in a nutshell, when I think about it.
Anyway, part of the reason for this year's choco-dearth is that my main annual suppliers of Easter choc, are currently in the Far East.
We had pictures of Thailand and Koh Samui from the Intrepids this week; they're having a great time but it kind of feels like they should be coming home now. And maybe bringing chocolate eggs with them.
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