My husband is freaky for Easter

7.30pm last night. Adam walks through the door with – yet another – bag of Easter eggs from the supermarket. He holds it up triumphantly in the air.

“Wow, you should’ve seen it at the shops. Mayhem! Madness! Everyone was in the chocolate aisle grabbing stuff and I got this one even though I didn’t want it but I had to have it because they wanted it.”