Joyeuses Pâques!

It's Easter Sunday, and i'm sitting in a shed in France. It doesn't sound very attractive, but you'd be surprised. It's sunny outside, and there were children running around earlier looking for eggs in the garden. This morning, in true Greene-family fashion, I was about to paint a boiled egg, when it occured to me that acrylic paints aren't edible. So, I just ate the egg instead. Never mind.

The best thing about being away from England for easter is that I completely avoid all the 'hilarious' puns which appear at this time of year. This is the poster which was displayed in the One Stop staff room last year:


It actually hurts to read it. And the last part, with 'egg-tra' doesn't even work!

Luckily, the French language is not geared up to such painful punnery - 'oeufcellent' doesn't really work as well, does it? Much as I miss Creme Eggs, i'd quite happily do without them every year if it meant no puns.
And i'm not even yolking.

(Sorry.)