Feeding the birds

When I was a little girl, a favourite part of trips to Glasgow to visit my granny and papa was helping to prepare yesterday’s bread for the birds. My papa had a special pair of scissors kept solely for cutting up the bread.
I found myself thinking of him today whilst I cut up my old bread to put out in the garden.
He wa a man of many talents and amongst his many skills was tailoring using a treadle Singer sewing machine.
That now has pride of place in my hallway.
Starting to feel back to normal but having another lazy day - just knitting and watching the world go by.