The Baker Man

Every morning between 5.05am and 5.15am I hear the baker man delivering fresh bread and cakes to our local supermarket I live next to. The aromas of the baked goods fills my flat and it smells delicious. I love hearing the banging of the delivery going out of the chuck. Every morning he is there without fail. It really is the small things in life we notice and can take for granted.

Amy Belle 

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