I’ve had a busy day. One of my colleagues needs some where to lodge a few days a week as he has a two hour each way commute from Tiverton in Devon to St. Austell in Mid-Cornwall to work. It’s amazing what people will do for work! So I got a lift home with him and he had a look at the spare bedroom and now I have a three nights a week lodger, who will cater for himself and pay me to stay. So after that, I’ve had no time to myself tonight. Dearly beloved made the bread today, whilst I cooked supper and he makes better bread than me as he follows the recipe to the ounce, whilst I’m a bung it in type of cook. His bread is crispy and golden and delicious. Of all the things we do daily, making our daily bread is one of the tasks which is never a chore and makes our house smell wonderful and I love to unwrap my home made bread at my desk or in the park on a bench in the summer and enjoy natural food, which has no chemicals and made by one of the two of us, fresh each day. It truely is one of life’s pleasures.