The miniature egg and the ruby crown will be down the back of the sofa I bet.
When I lived with Mum & Dad and was down to my my pennies, I'd always search my Dad's armchair as he kept his loose change in his trouser pockets. It wasn't the same as stealing it. In my mind.
Funnily enough, he kept his family jewels in there too. I hope for his sake they never slipped out! I certainly didn't find them. Urgh.
I blew six eggs for the twins this year. They were on sale because they were about to pass their sell-by date. That plus a cheapo decorating kit, all sent through the post as an exciting prize.
Have I heard anything back? Got a thank you? As if.
They're not old enough to want trainers or mobile phones, so I thought it would be fun. Guess I'm an old dinosaur now
