For Easter this year my granddad was doing an Easter egg hunt at the fringe of the town where we lived. He did it every year but this year was very special as he was hiding 12 eggs instead of 6.
When we started I found my first one in seconds and I was over the moon. After half an hour I had found 5 of them and my older brother Tommy had found six.
Just then I saw the last one. It was covered with a black file. After that I washed as it was dinner time.
Just then the light started flickering. Oh NO – A great start to the day but a bad finish.