in thinking that fresh baked crusty bread

[hobnobsaremyfavourite]

is life's greatest pleasure. ( and no I didn't bake it myself [not a domestic godess emoticon] ). I bought a loaf earlier and now I am sitting here troughing it slathered in butter. [big fat greedy porker emoticon]
Yum

My dad was a baker all his life, until he retired. He brought his own business when I was 10, right across from school, I had loads of friends!

We moved to Portsmouth when I was 16, they had a house outside the city but I lived in the flat as it was closer to nightclubs seafront fun fair college. 2am on a Saturday morning, after night of clubbing I would invite be followed home by loads of clubbers for hot, freshly baked crusty bread rolls, filled with grated seriously strong cheese, yum!!

I blame my parents for the fact that I am the size of a house!! Why couldn't he have been a green grocer?!