Removing her maroon fingerless glove from her right hand and holding the pack of  Chocolate Bourbon Creams with the other, with a smash it was done. Handing the sobbing child the now cracked and torn packet, a smile etch-a-sketched itself across his face. “There you go, my lovey. There! See, no need to cry now!”

A few years ago, I heard a touching story about broken biscuits. As a child, my friend would be dragged to the market once a week and if he didn’t whinge or moan, he would be bought a packet of “Broken Biscuits” from the sweet stall. This particular week there were none left on the stall so he broke down in uncontrollable tears. Without missing a beat, the stallholder, grabbed a packet of perfect biscuits and smashed them with her fist, giving him the now crumpled and broken pack.

The absurdity of this kind gesture …

Curious to know whether Broken Biscuits are still a “thing”, I stumbled upon a 2 star review for “The House of Lancaster Broken Biscuit Assortment Box”. David’s review on eBay (all CAPS LOCK and angry) complains that, after opening one after the other of three of these boxes that “EVERY BOX WAS THE SAME, THEY WERE MOSTLY BROKEN AND OF LOW VALUE ….IT WAS LIKE SOMEONE HAD BEEN PICKING THE BEST BISCUITS AND REPLACING THEM WITH CRAP ONES!”

I’ll leave that with you and pass the box around ….