My daughter egged me on ... honest
This week's column has been brought to you by the power of chocolate.
I've been busy trying to protect my daughter's health by eating her mountain of Easter eggs.
First, I had two of my own to contend with, then I felt obliged to help out the rest of the family by nibbling altruistically at eight eggs (plus one chocolate Gruffalo). It was a tough job but somebody with experience had to do it.
Apart from being left with that warm fuzzy glow you get from charitable deeds, I've also been left with enough calories to power my workload for at least the next year.