Ok @Zebracat my Easter egg saga, a true story. You have to read this through a child's eyes.
When I was little my parents had a shop (we lived on premises) and it was the only shop that sold Easter eggs for miles (and it opened every day of the year inc Easter Sunday, Xmas day).
The Easter egg deliveries started very early and there were thousands (child eyes) but a great many. My parents always said whatever was left on Easter Sunday evening, I could have.
I knew the enormous purple one (they don't seem to make them that big any more) would be purchased by Mr S, the estate agent, for his wife, the vicar would buy ... etc.
I watched as my favourites were sold and altered my expectations accordingly. The biggest and best seemed to go first but there were plenty left. I kept checking where they were stored and hoped x egg wouldn't sell, but it always did.
On Easter Sunday morning there were always quite a few left and I was very excited as I knew they couldn't sell that many in one day. The shop was always full and one by one people bought "last minute" eggs.
By Easter Sunday evening there were none left, none for me and it happened every year. The expectation, the excitement, great anticipation and nothing!
As an adult Easter has always been my favourite time of year, more than Christmas and I love thin chocolate. Every year since earning my own money I have gone all out and bought every single easter egg I fancied no matter what the cost, making it up to that heartbroken little girl.
Hence 18 easter eggs this year, some purchased on the first day in the shops and more bought every week.
Sorry for those not at all interested but I felt I somehow had to explain my love and greed at easter.
DP didn't buy me an egg the first year we were together and I cried, (her didn't understand but knew the story), he bought me three this year so alls good 😁