|Delivery for the Hurleys! "But Dad - it only cost £1, honest."|
I am nothing if not my father's son. They say he is as tight as a duck's, erm, backside. Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ask any of my children and they will tell you that getting their dad to spend money is like getting blood from a stone.
The best things in life are free. A walk on the beach. A kick around with a football.
So when the little ones ask for Easter eggs they make a beeline for their mum, or they'll get a lecture on the pagan nature of Easter eggs (whereas if they were free, I'd embrace them, as they denote new life, rebirth and an end to Lenten fasting).
I think you're getting the picture. Tight.
This afternoon various eggs were distributed and I was informed "They only cost £1 each - and we got you one too dad."
So who am I to complain? If you can't beat them, join them. Embrace the revolution! My wallet remains intact.