Day one was fine; day two was ok and day three. Day four was a little chocolate choirboy and I had fond hopes of finding Sir David Willcocks in day five. But no. We got this instead....
As if THAT wasn't bad enough, day ten was EMPTY! Completely, utterly and absolutely empty. As empty as empty can be. Nothing! Can you imagine? You open the little cardboard door; you push your little not-quite-two-year-old finger through the silver foil and.... uh oh! Not a candle, not a chocolate choirboy, and certainly not a chocolate bin-man. A chocolate hole. A big, fat chocolate zero.
Disaster was narrowly averted when I remember we were still munching our way through one of Charlie's Easter eggs. But... it was a narrow escape.
We ought to have opted for food for the soul instead. No disappointments there. The Royal Opera House, for example, is doing a digital advent calendar based on The Nutcracker. Each day a clip from the performance is being revealed. The whole ballet will then be shown in cinemas up-and-down the country, apparently. We thought we might take Charlie.
Wonder which of the digital doors contains the Dance of the Sugar-Plum bin-men?