If you're the sort of person who is not excited by sticking breakfast cereals together with chocolate and putting Mini-Eggs in the middle to make incredibly lifelike yet delicious bird's nests, then good luck with hauling yourself out of bed every day for the rest of your life.
These were crafted by Miss W for lunch yesterday. You can see that, with commendable attention to detail, she has chosen to use Shredded Wheat for twig veritas.
The nests have been 'styled', as we say in magazines, with chicks I found in one of Lewisham's finest pound shops. And in magazine terms, the lady chicks are luring the Red reader, with their cosy-retro Cath Kidston-style headscarves, while the male chicks are more cutting-edge cool-mag. In fact, they look like they're in some avian Hot Chip tribute band. Also, nice bow ties. And we all know how cool they are at the moment…
Now then, it's been a while since I had a proper, delicious, borderline-downmarket Easter Egg – obviously it's been Green & Black's or nothing since I hit my 30s – but are they all like this now?
How long has the stuff that's not the egg been packaged outside the egg? Where is the element of surprise? What happened to the crashing Easter-morning melancholy of bashing open the chocolate egg to discover a disappointingly small amount of chocolatey things indeed, relative to the size of the cavity? Is nothing sacred?