…baked in our bakery up the road.
There is nothing else like it on a cold morning to carry home a warm loaf of sweet smelling bread.
Posted on March 24, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged Bread, Children, Doodlemum, Drawing, Family, Humour, Illustration, Life, Pen and Ink, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.
Hahahahaha I know that one!
Our house has an open door policy for the bathroom cause either the dog or cat scratches the door if
Hahahaha, you've lost that basket :D
Love this!..
Adorable, as usual. <3
I love it. They are very beautiful and clever birds. It's lovely to see them flying over to me when
Sometimes the friends pick you instead of the other way around. Everyone needs them.
Thank you. I'm trying to be a bit braver and show the drawings that don't usually leave the sketchbo
Doodlemum 
I’ll bet he likes to nibble the corners!
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Mmmm, smelling it, licking it, “accidentally” biting a teeny weeny crusty bit….was there any left for the rest of you?! Thank you for a gorgeous doodle x
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Did he, or didn’t he eat a sample? I used to do that when I was little and bread was rationed. Punishment was severe!
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That took me right back to when my youngest daughter used to hold the fresh bread sitting in her pushchair, by the time we got home the bread was half hollow! Just crust one end. She still loves fresh white bread, so do I with lots of butter! Thanks for bringing that lovely memory back.
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Gruff does that too, part of the perk of being chief bread carrier!
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Yum, yum!!!! 🙂
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How very lucky that the bakery is just down the road. 🙂
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There used to be two Tiaz but one has closed down as they retired. The bread is fab, I never waste a crust of it. Bread you can cut yourself is just the best.
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So sweet!
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