Bread Bag..

Christmas Past and the dodgy ankle, reminds me of the weeks I clambered so unattractively around with a pot on my lower leg!  It was winter…

Of course I wore the obligatory sock over the cast but what was the best way to keep the toes a little warmer and dry?  I went back to school after the Christmas holidays – no let-off for me as far as the foot was concerned…

The solution my dad came up with?  A bread bag…  My mother used to buy Nimble – remember that?  “She flies like a bird…..”, etc?  Yeah I remember the ad.  Well, the Nimble bags weren’t big enough and didn’t have the same robust quality of a far stronger red and white Mother’s Pride bag!  Oh, just great!  No matter how much I loved the black and white, I just couldn’t escape from the red and white! It had a tough, waxy and crinkly feel to it – not unlike a tough piece of grease-proof paper.  Can you imagine how I felt stumbling around with a bread bag over my foot?  As well as a new bag every morning for school, I carried a spare too in my pocket…  Well, you never know when your bread bag will be damaged do you?

We ate a lot of bread in my house…


About Robert

A fifty-something, retired Celestial Travel Agent. Walked many paths; some good, lots bad. Meandering through the past, plodding in the present, crawling toward the future.
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