There were brief moments over the weekend when T was generous enough to let us watch Glastonbury Festival on TV. We saw very little of the headline/evening acts on the basis that a toasty toddler does not just ‘go to bed’ and also insists on more age appropriate content. Think less Pulp, more Pepi Nana.…
If you know anything about British culinary traditions, you’ll be well versed in the holy act of worship that is the Sunday roast. Well, T is modern day proof that this seemingly ancient ritual will not be disappearing anytime soon. I was born into a family that will find any excuse for a roast dinner.…