Did you grow up in a family that sits at the dinner table and talks about their day?

Mainly remember my brother and I driving our poor mum batty by playing with our food. Dad in his dinner work break would ignore the whole thing, just eating, no time to spare.

Me and my older brother, if we had something like mash, sausage and peas, would chop up the sausage and stick it into the mash at strange angles, then dot the peas over our creation. We would give our masterpiece names:- A mashadedong or some such, as we laughed and giggled. Poor old mum would be at her wits end....."just eat it!" desperate for us to get our nutrition!

Happy days! (If not for mum!)