Tatty-filarious!

Ho ho, how droll.

Barely a week ago, if you'd asked me if I'd "made that bread myself?", I'd have sniggered into whatever it was that I happened to be drinking at the time and scoffed back atcha, "no, of course not, how could you think such a thing?" *titter*

But now?

No sooner does someone say, "hey, the sun's out, let's have a barbecue this afternoon", do I dash indoors to grab my scales and strong bread flour and knock up a quick loaf for the eating of!

Hmmm, a glass of rosé or a nice cold beer?

Decisions, decisions .......