Bakery

Monday 17th March

At lunchtime, I walked home and decided to call in at the bakery hut that I pass everyday. I wanted a small bread roll (dabbo). The young girl behind the counter couldn’t focus on me because of the silly behaviour of a young teenager trying to convince me to buy her something to eat. Before I could pay, a young lad came in and joined in the general hilarity as I tried to understand how much I needed to pay. I abandoned the project and left without the bread.