One of the first things I hear in the morning is the sound of the lid on the biscuit barrel being removed. It makes it’s way through my subconscious and stirs me to wakefulness.
It’s usually followed by shouts and tears because either the biscuit barrel is empty, doesn’t have the right biscuits in it or Ned actually wants a packet of crisps because that’s what every two year old wants at 5:45am dammit.
It’s funny really because Ned seems to exist mostly on biscuits, crisps, cake and enormous quantities of carrot and broccoli. But half the time he has no ability to eat most of what he decides and there is often a bowl of biscuits with exactly one bit taken out of all of them…