Bread

 

“ Oooooooh  ooooooh” 

It’s a two tone old ladies call.

They usually reserve it for calling to other old ladies across a garden fence or a shopping aisle

It’s for the most part accompanied by a floppy wave of the hand or a shake of the handkerchief

And delivered right, it can be somewhat piercing 

“ Ooooohhhh ooooooooo!”        

It came again, this time much louder.

The dogs jumped from their sleeping positions and thundered downstairs to see

Mrs Trellis was stood at the kitchen wall , and wasn’t one for being kept waiting

She was fanning the freshly baked sour dough bread I had left on the wall to cool 

“ I’ve just chased away a magpie !” She told me reproachfully 

Blue, her greyhound,  fidgeted in his blue coat by her side 

I offered her one of the loaves

She refused but pointed at the other 

“ I’ll take the other one “ she said “ Blue’s already licked it”