bakery trip
the time it takes to choose
her usual treat
Another one which came to me this morning. I usually take my youngest to the bakery after her gymnastics class at the weekend and, after much deliberation, she always chooses a gingerbread minion biscuit.
All night I had been grappling with ideas reflecting that I've recently re-discovered malted milk biscuits (the ones with the cows embossed on them). They have become my favourites simply because they instantly take me back to being a four year old.
There is much scribbling out in my notebook with the following as perhaps the latest version:
a secret portal
to my pre-school -
malted milks
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