Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark nigh

This is the Easter Lasagne.

Last night we told Toolibelle, that the incident of the Cat in the Night, had in fact been the Incident with the Cat in the Night and the Easter Bunny, Oops sorry had we not told her?

She headed up to bed, with a heavy sigh, and we turned and looked at each other and sniggered.

This morning, himself and me were up at the back of 10 11, and came down for a cuppa tea. Toolibelle showed up around 12, and wandered in glancing round, glancing up and down, searching with her eyes for anything that may be plonked in an obvious hiding spot. Nothing. She sat on the couch, and said nothing.

I got up and joined himself in the kitchen, and we whispered to one another, and as Tooli came through to collect her cuppa tea, I nipped out the back door. I stood at the patio doors, and watched as she went back through and stood in the door of the dining room and glanced around from side to side, and caught sight of me at the window, and grinned; knowing that my watching was a sure sign that something must be there.

Ten minutes later.

Much happier, chocolate laiden Tooli.

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