A Crack on the Head

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I expect there are many, many customs associated with Easter day.

I though of just one this April morning.

A thing I and my brothers used to do some sixty years ago on

Easter Day.

Draw faces on our breakfast boiled eggs

and then hit them on the head!

I haven’t done this sort of thing since I was a boy,

so I was wondering if I could still do it.?

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The glass ‘chicken’ egg-cup is the actual one I used sixty years ago.

It is the sole survivor of the set of four.

The Portmeirion cups are in fact upside down, as the eggs, (size medium) fell down too low in the cups to see the faces properly.

I wonder if any children, anywhere, are doing a similar thing this morning?

I wish you all a very Happy Easter Day.

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I think we may see a bit more sunshine this week.

The cock is crowing,

The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,

The lake doeth glitter,

The green fields sleep in the sun.

There’s joy in the mountains;

There’s life in the fountains;

Small clouds are sailing,

Blue sky prevailing;

The rain is over and gone !

Wordsworth

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