I had a deprived childhood. ( I am joking) We went camping every Easter and as such it was hard to have eggs as the melted. Which is fine really, we got one and Dad bought it the day before in the local town (granted there were some left) and we were sweet with that….
My son had (he still has, but he moved to England) a lovely friend who had visited Legoloand in England on a trip home. For a young boy who could barely breathe without thinking about Lego, creating Lego or making purchasing decisions, the idea of Legoland was like saying ‘let’s go visit Santa’s toyshop….