How we came to have so many Easter Eggs

Chocolate in Australia – as you no doubt can imagine – is different than that in Britain. (Is there anything that is the same – Marmite is called My Mate, Pubs don't open on Good Friday, and the National Sports Teams are good at what they play?) How do I know this about chocolate? Well, in the last couple days I've managed to try an awful lot of chocolate – being Easter.

The local church had organised an Easter Egg Eggstravaganza (Eggs – being the operative word) for the Easter Saturday. Between two night shifts we all went along – to experience the Aussie Easter Experience (different again). Well laid out in this park were a few marked out running lanes, a long rope for a tug of war, 5 or 6 marquees with different events going on, an ice cream van, and a couple of enclosures for Easter egg hunting.

As we arrived there with other another family, we all got in the line to register. Actually it was more like the adults queuing, and the kids off and running around, until we got to the front of the queue for face painting. I imagine the young volunteers would have been a little shocked if one of the adults had asked for a dolphin, or butterfly painted onto their face.

While we adults were queuing up, there were children's races – including sack races, egg and spoon races, three legged races, wheel barrow races, and the tug of war. Daisy told me – as she does often – "it's not a race". She isn't one of the most competitive people around. I guess that I got most of the competitiveness in our family.

Then came the Easter egg hunt part "Oh dear" I was thinking, as Daisy isn't one of the most competitive people around, as I have mentioned, and it looked like it was a mad scramble to find the eggs. Nothing to worry about though – the kids only had to find 5 coloured matchsticks, and then could exchange them from a box of 6 chocolate eggs.

After a quick drink (note to self, make sure that you've finished your coffee, before putting the empty in your pocket, while trying to find a bin, or be prepared to put up with some mocking and ridicule) we went and all 10 of us relaxed by the kids playground. No longer had we been sat down for 5 minutes when the Easter bunny's helper came over, and gave the adults each a box of 6 chocolate eggs to go along with the kids' ones.

The next morning we all popped along to church – only to find that it wasn't a regular service – but rather we decorated Easter Baskets (with you guessed it – more eggs inside), played relay/ice breaker games, had coffee and buns, then into the main chapel to watch an fabulous multimedia presentation, before a grand prize draw (we entered the draw the day before) for a giant 3.5 kg chocolate egg. Thank fully we didn't win – as I don't think that I could eat much more chocolate.

Sunday afternoon was taken up with BBQ prep – and melting down the 60+ chocolate eggs that we had left for the chocolate fountain (see birthday blog for that story). At the last count it was about 10-15 eggs each – that isn't counting any of the others we got. And all the eggs from the church were for free – another thing that was very different in Australia, although this is a good thing!!!

Birthdays seem to Go on Forever and what to do with Old Easter Eggs

Yes I'm 29 Again. My Birthday came by again – and then went in spectacular fashion. It has been a fun couple of days, and in case you are wondering it was on the 8^th of April this year. Once again it is coinciding with Easter Holidays – it happens a lot – but more on the significance of that later.

Anyway – with the Mums here (mine and Jane's mum Joyce flew out to Perth from England the other week, and aren't returning until later this week), and it was great to celebrate my birthday and Easter with them.

On Wednesday last week came around a day that should go down in history. Well – in the terms of great historical days not much to note has happened on the 8^th. A quick look at the factually and wholly accurate "Wikipedia" alerts me to the fact I share my big day with Vivian Westwood, and Pablo Picasso (actually it wasn't his birthday, but rather the day of his demise), and Buddha (but only in Japan). There are so few things of note that happened in the first week of April, I'm going to campaign to get great things to start happening around April 8.

Actually, nothing of note happen this year either – oh except at work where I actually truly earned my money for the first time in a very long while. A celebration fish and chip supper (we know how to live) was planned with friends – but I was 1 ½ hours late home, so I was lucky to get the last of the chips, as people went ahead and ate without me (actually didn't eat everything – but they started eating before everyone had actually sat down. I imagine if we searched Wikipedia – or any site about manners – surely it would be polite to wait until everyone is seated (or if not everyone – then at least the guest of honour) before tucking in.)

"You'll have to pardon these uncouth layabouts, they are my friends" was the phrase that sprung to mind.

Anyway – birthday day finished with a big hooray. I've actually managed to win a board game. Recently that has been a rare occurrence, as I've been left playing after everyone else has finished. Actually as winning runs go – I'm now on a trot of three. Not an all-time record, but good for me none the less.

My actual birthday get together was Sunday evening in a local park. Two other friends of mine have birthdays in the next week, so we all gathered for a . . . you guessed it – BBQ. About 30-40 family and friends came, and it was an excellent time of fun, and food. The piers' de resistance was a chocolate fountain, using melted Easter eggs. Spectacular I tell you especially if you are a tin lid.