Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chicken

Lay a little egg for me - and she did!

I experienced a great relief yesterday when I submitted my egg box blip because it meant that I immediately knew what I would blip for today - the eating of it.

So here it is, complete with soldiers! And Sunday wouldn't be Sunday without the Telegraph crossword.

I accidentally arrived for lunch without my camera but the daughter wasn't going to let me off, she insisted I use her (upmarket) camera. This tragically meant that, by the time I was ready to eat, my soft, gooey egg was hard boiled.

N.B. I don't usually make such a mess of the egg-opening ceremony.