Don't use an area the size of a football pitch for your Easter Egg Hunt.
All the Little Pebbles went out on the Big Meadow at 3 pm yesterday, eager to fill the Holy Saturday void with sugar highs and chocolatey excitement.
Purswill is still out there.
It's been twenty-five hours now. He knows there are more eggs out there.
And with all that sugar and caffeine in him, nobody can catch him. We can see him scuttling around, but he's like the Duracell Bunny.
I mean, it's not really a safeguarding issue. He's forty-seven, and can look after himself. I've got no idea how he obtained. a set of the official bunny ears to enter the competition.
He's just getting really annoying.
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