It's been a long week, and sometimes a cup of tea and custard cream just hits the spot.
One of mine is broken here, and reminds me of when I was a child; my mum would send me to the biscuit stall on the market in Nelson, on Cross Street, across from the library, for half a pound of broken biscuits. My brother and I would try to find a broken chocolate biscuit in the bag, which was always magic! Hope you all have a great weekend.