There’s a bakery that’s opened near me. It’s open every day, even Sunday mornings. Nothing happens on a Sunday here, and acquiring food within a ten mile radius of where I live is difficult. It’s not Sunday today, but I tried it anyway.

It’s pants.

I bought two different kinds of bread, a loaf which was dry and bland, and a baguette, which was rubbery. I bought some croissants. They were greasy. One of them even had some congealed fat on the bottom. They are the worst croissants I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some fucking bad croissants in my time.

I keep telling myself I won’t go back, but when I forget to get bread in for the weekend next week I’ll probably end up going in. Who knows, it might get better. It’ll have to if it wants to stay open, it’s not a good situation to be in as a baker when the bread at the petrol station is better than yours.

I’m a sucker for pictures like today’s – especially now I’ve got a tripod.