Bread

I set the bread maker up last night so we woke up to the pleasant smell of fresh bread this morning. A nice wee french style with black olives, although Finlay informed me he wasn't keen on using it for his nursery dinner. I did try to convince him that he liked olives but when I picked him up from nursery he told me he'd made his teacher pick the black bits out of his sandwich. I'll maybe leave them out next time.