The girlfriend set up a little Easter Egg treasure hunt for me round the flat this week, which I finally managed to complete this evening. This was my haul.
Apparently, she set it up days ago, but I was too oblivious to even notice one of them. She said I slept with one Creme Egg under my pillow for two nights before she moved it somewhere else.
The other night, I came home from work and changed into a pair of jeans that were lying on the bedroom floor. Randomly, there was a Creme Egg in my pocket, which I put down to being drunk on Sunday night and buying one on the way home. She said nothing.
It was only this morning, when I went to put on my shoes and discovered another Creme Egg in one of them that I cottoned on to the fact that she was hiding some. Today, she’s been taunting me all day about where the others might be hidden, and said that I must’ve been blind to miss some of them.
For the record, the Buttons egg was in my draw under the bed, and the big Creme Egg was in the bookcase. The Creme Eggs were dotted around as follows:
The pocket of a pair of jeans
In a shoe
In a different pair of shoes, as she didn’t know which of the two pairs I was going to wear today
In my boxers draw
In the cutlery draw
In the little pouch that holds my video camera
She’s a clever one. I’m going to have to keep an eye on her.
