E is for egg and spoon race!

The egg and spoon race was one of my favourite parts of sports day as a child. I wasn't  very good at it, as I seem to have been born without the skill of balance, but I enjoyed it anyway. So what better idea than to charge down the garden with an egg precariously balanced on a spoon for E?!

Before the challenge had even begun I was debating with mum over whether to hard boil the eggs or not. I was happy to go with not, as the whole object of the race is to get the egg over the finish line without it falling off and breaking. However my mother is very proud of her garden (the story of the stone animals and enough solar lights to attract a jumbo jet will save for another time), and the thought of me smashing an egg into her lawn filled her with dread. So she won, and the eggs were boiled.

Not filled with much confidence of beating Joe I came up with a devious plan - give Joe a smaller spoon. He was undeterred by this, saying he would still beat me anyway. After two races down the grass he was correct, as I managed to drop my egg in exactly the same place both times. Joe on the other hand made it to the finish line with his egg in one piece. Not to be bitter or anything, but I am sure he cheated. Just like the other kids at school always cheated (or so I tell myself to justify the fact that I always came last.)

Well, letter E was eggs-cellent (sorry), and I look forward to moving on to F!