My sister and I were always allowed to eat half an Easter egg for our breakfast on Sunday.
These were quite big eggs in fancy windowed boxes and the eggs themselves always contained even more chocolates in a cellophane bag.
My sister used to take her egg to her bedroom afterwards and eat everything!
My egg lasted a few weeks unless my sister got at it, which she often did.
No fun being old under Andy Burnham .
Struggling with estrangement from 2 adult children and dont know where to go from here.




