Life's eggcellent... if you reach & grab it

I’M as sure as “eggs is eggs” that my first ever memory is of Easter.

- JASON O'TOOLE

I’m no spring chicken, but I can vividly recollect being a very happy bunny when surrounded by a mountain of chocolate eggs aged 17 months.

My mother Rosaleen had a good chuckle about it when we recently chewed the fat about my childhood memories.

She reminded me that there’s photographic evidence to back it up.

It’s a blurry photo of me appearing all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with at least eight eggs.

My toddler clothes mightn’t look all that fashionable now, but the gift boxes that the eggs came in look pretty similar to the ones still being sold – except they’ve been dramatically shrunk.

It’s no yolking matter how some Easter eggs are 9.7% smaller than ones sold in 2019. And that’s on top of a seven per cent fall in weight between 2018 and 2019.

No wonder everybody around me looked broad in the beam in the good old days. They’d probably been nibbling too much on supersized chocolate eggs.