When I was about 2 years old, my mum recalls, I was so excited to receive my first chocolate Easter Bunny that I insisted that I take it into my cot for my afternoon nap. Living in rural Australia and Easter is normally at the end of summer, start of autumn, you can imagine what happened to poor Easter Bunny. I woke from my nap hysterical because while I slept my Bunny disappeared. What had happened? In the Australian heat my Bunny had melted – I was covered in chocolate and only the empty foil wrapper was left. Thankfully I have no recollection of this childhood trauma, unlike my experience with Santa’s beard and my toffee apple, which is another story that will have to wait for Christmas.
