I dragged my sister around Covent Garden on Saturday to hunt for the eggs they've "hidden" around the area. They're raising money for Action For Children (I believe) and have gotten artists from all over to decorate large(ish) eggs which are sold and bidded away. There are 101 of them, which we all found. A lot of them weren't difficult to find. The Big Egg Hunt did do a very similar thing last year and it was definitely much harder to find them all as they were dotted all over London. That one was a lot of fun. Shame this one is only on for a short period.
The eggs were only around up until last Sunday and then they bundle them all away and take them around different areas of the UK where they stay around for a week in each city before they travel back to London for a final showdown.
I took a few pictures so here's a few for you to see. Pictures are a bit shoddy as it comes from a camera phone.
During the day, a couple of men rained down on us and scooted us into a shop and tried to sell us a "wonderful" and "magical" cream. I rolled my eyes but my sister was easily drawn in. So I just sat there as this guy tried to sell us this product. Then he moved onto prices and claimed that each product was £100 but today they were going to give one away when you buy one. I rolled my eyes. I was particularly interested in his method of selling.
Seeing big hesitation coming from my sister, he dropped the price of one cream to £50 with other "freebie" products. This clearly wasn't going to work. A massive amount of compliments on our beauty oozed from his lips. Again, I rolled my eyes. He then proceeded to sell us a lovely spa treatment with £20 taken off the price if we booked now. Ha. And guess what? That didn't work either. Apparently I have a beautiful smile and never age. I know where to go when I'm fishing for compliments.
Oddly enough, I was approached a while later near Oxford Circus by another seller. I thought it was a bit rude to ignore him completely so I hung around a few minutes at the most. "Where do you get your haircut from?" he asks me, trying to draw me in. I smirk in my head and tell him I cut my own hair. "So how much do you think a haircut costs in this place?" and he gestures towards the hair salon behind him. I shrug. I didn't care. It wasn't a very good attempt at selling when it costs nothing at all for myself to cut my own hair. And I definitely did not want to colour my hair. Not for £35 a month. Kudos for trying!
Not easy for anyone to sell me anything.
Smiles.
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