Chops and broccoli became a step back in time as 9 year old Biscuit asked if he could be a caveman and eat his meat with his hands. This soon escalated into all of us stomping around the table, thumping our chests, gesticulating wildly and shouting lots of guttural “Ug”s. (Note to self  – shut the curtains now the nights are drawing in so neighbours’ view of me as normal sensible parent are not shattered.) Chops devoured and school jumpers sufficiently {Read More}