It may be three-quarters of the way through May, but I’m still eating Easter eggs. There’s something joyful about chocolate in any shape beyond a bar (and obvs, that’s fun, too), and when I did feature some Easter eggs at the appropriate time, a few readers wrote in to say that price-per-gram Easter eggs were expensive and bars were better value. ‘Then buy the bars,’ I gently suggested. ‘But the eggs are more fun.’ Well exactly and fun, as any Tory government will tell you, costs.
