We’d stopped somewhere in Derbyshire en route to the Lakes to escape the foretold Jubilee street parties – some village green with a parade of shops in which my dad procured some Creme Eggs for the first time, not doing so before because he reckoned my younger brother wouldn’t eat it.
I remember reading the headline on the paper whilst simultaneously (and rather successfully) convincing my baby bro that he wouldn’t like the Egg because it was, in fact, a real egg encapsulated inside the chocolate coating.
Gullible sod. More for me and big bro.
🙂
Edit : Actually, I think we were on a second holiday as I seem to remember going south in the Jubilee year, too.