How much do you love us?

There is a very good baker near here which makes a wonderful white loaf called 'Sherston'. I suppose the baker is in the village of Sherston near Badminton, but have never checked. The above photo is of a Sherston loaf, made by the Hobbs House bakery.

I bought a white Sherston loaf on my way back from dropping off the car for an MOT (oh hell, I have just reminded myself of how much money I am going to have to part with if I want to continue to drive it) and the girls in the shop downstairs asked what was in the white paper bag.

When I told them they said that if I really loved them I would make them bacon sandwiches with it and bring them downstairs still hot. I said I would think about it.

Half an hour later, I went out and bought bacon, and on my way back I waved the packet of bacon at them through the open door of the shop before going upstairs to cook it. They punched the air and shouted 'YESSS!', even though there were customers in the posh shop.

I carefully fried the bacon to perfection and put the rashers between slices of the fresh, lightly buttered, crusty bread, then wrapped the two sandwiches individually in foil and took them downstairs to the girls.

As I walked into the shop, they literally squealed with delight.

This simple act gave me a vicarious pleasure which outweighed any inconvenience or expense incurred in the making by about 10,000 percent. I have never seen anyone so excited about a bacon sandwich.

Later, one of them called me on behalf of the other who asked her to tell me that she works on Tuesdays and Thursdays.