I had a shocking start to the day earlier this week when I was awoken at 7am to the sight of my youngest at the side of my bed shouting what appeared to be random, unconnected words. ‘Can I help? I want to crack the eggs. I don’t want a purple one, I want a blue one!’
As the haze of sleep slowly evaporated, it dawned on me that it was Shrove Tuesday, or as every child in the country knows it, Pancake Day. Normally a day that elicits mild interest from the younger members of my family, it was all change this year and they had talked of nothing else in the run up.