I miss it, I miss its kindness and friendship.
I miss bread, I miss white soft bread, that keeps you warm in the winter and enlarges your love handles.
I’m trying to avoid bread now, avoid toast, and avoid carbs – it is tricky. It is fine when there are other delicious things round, but right now, the house is pretty empty and I am even tempted to crack into the wedding cake.
Which is completely against all of the rules, with it being kept away till at least our first born’s christening… imagine if I broke into it. The husband would be so unimpressed.
I miss white bread, freshly toasted, with melted butter and marmite on, or a bagel with butter freshly melted and raspberry jam… why are they so naughty?
Why do they help hitch onto my love handles?!?
I miss my dear white bread, toasted. Come back, please.