Adventures of a Non-Binary Author – A Tower of Eggs
It started with two. The two dropped of by my dad and step mum, alongside my birthday gifts from them. The next two my partner picked up. Then, between the two of us, the rest of the pile forms. But not a sensible pile, all neatly stacked in a way which would obviously balance. On no. The first two eggs never leave the gift bag they arrived in. The rest of the pile forms on top of them. Until we were left with a very unique arrangement. With Lindor rabbits on top, because how can you have a pile of chocolate eggs without a bunny or two?
We are both non-religious. Me because I was raised that way. Not christened or baptised. My parents wanted me and my brothers to have the freedom to chose. Of course we have Christmas and Easter as family celebrations. But the emphasis was always on us being good people. And we could be those without a church. And so, without a church, I have remained. Respectful of those with faith of course. Everyone has the right to chose what they believe in. And I have seen how faith can help make good people shine. Faith, or at least the kind you find in organised religions, is just not for me.
Chocolate, however, is. Hence the tower of eggs my partner and I have created. Before we start eating any of them, I joke it looks like the two original eggs have been breeding. And it does. Just a little. I work Good Friday. On the Saturday we have a takeaway roast for a late lunch. I’m working the Sunday, and takeaway roasts always leave me feeling painfully full. So, like normal, I don’t want dinner after our Saturday one. But, before bed, I do consume the milk chocolate bunny. My partner has the white chocolate one. The two Lindor bells join the others on my foldaway table. The underneath of which is covered with bells and ribbons. It started because I didn’t like the idea of just throwing them away. It felt so wasteful to me. That was several years ago now. And I couldn’t imagine my little table without it’s haphazard decoration anymore. At some point I might better organise it. But this is not that point. And most of them will probably fall off when we move again. I don’t believe I lost any last time, although more than a few ended up in my mums’ car. They’ve been safely returned since, but I was without them for a short while.
We have our first eggs on the Sunday. Our post dinner dessert. My partner goes for one of the midsized ones. I opt for one that’s a little smaller.I don’t want a big egg, since my dinner includes two triple chocolate hot cross buns. A last minute addition from my partner. They had theirs for breakfast apparently.
The Monday is a rare bank holiday without working for me. It’s by chance more than anything. But it does mean both me and my partner have the day off. We spend it going to Exeter to see their friends. We have a nice Thai meal, and do a pretty good escape room. The traveling really throws me off though. Trains always feel like their moving to me. That constant vibration messes with my vertigo. Still two days working, two days off, not a bad Easter weekend. The time in Exeter was enjoyable. And I have the Tuesday to recover from the travel.
And then… Well then we go back to waiting again. Waiting to hear about our mortgage application. Waiting for the results of our Home Buyers Survey to come back in. Waiting to see what our solicitor finds in their searches. Lots of waiting. So it’s probably a good job we have so much chocolate to eat…
To be continued…
