Saturday, April 3

Every year Irma has organised an Easter egg hunt for a sadly dwindling field of competitors. This year I will have tom compete in a field of one: me. We agree that I will race the clock.

I have thirty minutes to find all the chickens, eggs, rabbits, sheep and miscellaneous bits of foil-wrapped chocolate. I almost manage.

When the time runs out I have two small eggs and one larger egg to go. After a bonus five minutes I have got the small eggs and Irma has realised that she has forgotten where she hid the larger one. Mayhem ensues.

It will finally turn up when we have stopped looking. Irma will see it out the corner of her eue while doing something else.

We celebrate by taking photographs of the now-complete catch.