Bread
“ Oooooooh ooooooh” It’s a two tone old ladies call. They usually reserve it for calling to other old ladies across a garden fence or a shopping aisle It’s for the most part accompanied by a floppy wave of the hand or a shake of the handkerchief And delivered right, it can be somewhat piercing “ Ooooohhhh ooooooooo !” It came again, this time much louder. The dogs jumped from their sleeping positions and thundered downstairs to see Mrs Trellis was stood at the kitchen wall , and wasn’t one for being kept waiting She was fanning the freshly baked sour dough bread I had left on the wall to cool “ I’ve just chased away a magpie !” She told me reproachfully Blue, her greyhound, fidgeted in his blue coat by her side I offered her one of the loaves She refused but pointed at the other “ I’ll take the other one “ she said “ Blue’s already licked it” from Going Gently...
