A Winter Memory
Now that the days and nights get quite significantly colder here in London, I’m becoming a bit melancholic and memories of my childhood flood in and out of my mind. The cold air made me think of how when I was little I went to buy our fresh breakfast rolls from the bakery each Saturday morning. It was ritual I loved since I love the smell of fresh bread, cake and rolls… I mean who doesn’t. I also used to meet my grandma there, who got her breakfast rolls and she would always buy me a treat :) Sometimes I was so eager – and I was at an age before I could read the time – that I reached before the bakery had even opened and the baker was still hard at work. Ah well, that was a good time to make up stories in my mind, count snowflakes in winter or daydream of the yummy fresh rolls :) Three cheers for a small town childhood where those things are possible!!!