“I’m very sad, mummy,” said Boy Three from his seat in the back of the car. We were on the way home last night – the night before St Valentine’s Day. “What’s the matter, honey bun?” I asked. This isn’t an unusual exchange. Often it’s the Worst Day in the World. […]
School dinners: not so nasty now…
I’ve got a theory. (OK, several)I think that school dinners are something we love to hate, that we’re conditioned to grumble about. Like the weather, the end of the holidays, children and housework. All of which (apart from housework) have much going for them if you think about it hard enough. It’s a British thing. I’m […]