Egg Rolling
April 11th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
I'm sitting here wondering why I can smell egg. Nearly one week after
the fierce boiling and colourful decorating of a dozen eggs I remember
where I left the returning un-hurled stinkers.
The annual Muckleborough Hill egg roll took place last Monday, Evie's
6th birthday. It was a fun few hours, cold, windy and sociable.
I'm not sure if there was a winner with the egg rolling as I think
there was too much l cheating going on… I covered my egg in yellow
crocheted jacket. It definitely didn't break up but it didn't go the
full distance either.
