Gingerbread

I have concluded that whilst making my own bread feels like a great lifestyle choice, Mark the baker does it better than I do and I don't have to wait two hours for it.  So instead, I walk down to the bakers in the village three of four times a week.  It kind of replicates my previous morning commute which helps wake me up and it means we have some nice fresh bread for breakfast.  Son number two has a regular order for a gingerbread man in, but they have stopped doing them for the next couple of weeks whilst they go for some Valentine novelties instead.  I deliberately avoided the ones saying "you're beautiful", thinking this was probably more appropriate for a 22 year old.  Maybe I should have asked Mark to make one saying "Especially for you" to follow yesterdays theme?