Of all the glorious days over the last few weeks and the sunshine early on Easter morning, is it a defining part of being British that when we came to the Easter Egg hunt; (a) it was raining; and (b) we had it anyway?
Rain may have dampened spirits slightly because we're certain that there's at least one box of little eggs still out there that even the grown ups couldn't find - it'll be a nice surprise for Grandad in the summer when he finds them while doing the weeding!
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