On the up: BreadOn the down: Crappy GardeniaI have these two great fantasies. And they made me go totally wild.
(1) Circa 1750. Sitting in one of those little old wooden pubs like in Lord Of The Rings on a wooden bench with one of those thick wooden oak tables. It's windy outside (
set atmosphere a bit lah okay?) I was freezing when I just came in from outside but it's real cosy in the pub. Nice fire, lots of people in big wooly clothes.
Then a big jumbly woman with an apron brings me out this huge wooden bowl of soup and a clunky wooden spoon to eat it with.
And a huge chunk of bread.
And a big clunky solid mug full of wine to wash it all down.
(2) Circa 1875. A summer day in the English countryside. Blue skies, light breeze and a big oak tree to sit under....
... for lunch! Which is a big happy chunk of bread and good old cheddar cheese.
This is what happens when you read too many Thomas Hardy novels.