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Tarleton Dozen - The Baker
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#dream40 - I make great bread every day of the week. Except Sunday.
#dream40 - I make great bread every day of the week. Except Sunday.

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RADIO PLAY / Just 'avin a tidy up over ere, while Dawn's out at the party and that. Caught a snatch of the entertainment on the radio, too. And 'eard me mates from Cordwainer's Arms all playin' up! Right laugh. Never 'eard anything like it. Them fools. Young +Flute playin' a woman in love with bloomin' Nick +Bottom. / Reckon I was gonna fall with laughin' for a minute I did. But I didn't. / Can't wait to see 'em in the pub! Reckon they'll deserve a round, if they make it to the end. / #dream40
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LET 'EM EAT BREAD

Well well, what a weekend. I'll be up all night clearin' up after all these weddin' cakes, and trying to get rid of that faerie magic they mixed up with my ingrediments. The rest of that butter 'ad better not turn, or there'll be trouble in the mornin'. Still, probably won't see much those folk for another year.

An' me and th' missus were talkin', and I'm right pleased we made them cakes. You know me, I like bread. Bread's my sort of thing, you might say. Bread. Great stuff is bread. You know where you are with it. Good honest ingrediments, a bit of hard work and a good bake, and there you are.

No magic to it, nothing fancy, no strange transformation goin' on when you're not looking. Bread.

But last night. Them cakes. That were it. Surprised myself a bit you see. Dawn got 'em looking great once we'd sorted out that icing. And, well, the thing is, I reckon them cakes tasted alright too. Specially them purple ones. Don't hardly remember bakin' 'em, even. But there were right delicious. An' I've never had much of sweet tooth, neither. Reckon I might make more of 'em. Well, perhaps. But not before the bread is baked.

The bread! Tomorrow's bread'll need to go in the oven soon. Won't be long 'til Dawn gets back from the wedding party! Me lovely wife! Right proud of 'er I am. Wouldn't 'ave got though this last week without 'er, rightly.

I'd better put the kettle on. She likes a brew.

#dream40   #bread #love
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THE CAKE OF BAKERS FEEDS THEM AS ARE IN LOVE  

Well that's them cakes done. Dawn's gone over to the party to put the last touches to 'em, and see 'em eaten right. What is it that they say, the cake of bakers feeds those as be in love? Something like that. Dawn'll know. Reckon my jobs about done then. Think I'll have a mug of tea and a sit down.

#dream40 #wedding  
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WORKIN' BREAKFAST ON ME "DAY OF REST"

Sunday noon, and I've been up bakin' for 'ours an now I'm writin' on 'ere. Right unusual that is, if I do say.

But lots to do today, after all that trouble we 'ad with the buttercream last evenin', an' all this fuss this morn about them lot needin' more cakes for all their weddin's tonight at court.

Worse news, them faeries 'ave been in again last night. Can't right believe the state we found the place when I got 'ere. Dropped cakes. Flour all over all. Right mess it was. Them faeries! Can't guess what they were up to. Still, got thems cakes to finish.

But cake'll 'ave to wait a minute or two, we've not even 'ad our breadkfast yet. Reckon I'm make Dawn a nice cuppa tea, an' a round a' toast. Reckon she'll like that.

#dream40 #latebreakfast
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ALL HANDS ON CAKE!

Those royals, eh? Message just came that they're havin' a triple wedding now, when yesterday it was one. They don't know whether they're comin' or goin' those lot. Wouldn't bother me, usual, but turns out they want more cakes! Up to me arms already, I am, and Dawn's more covered in icing than the wedding cake, I reckon.

#dream40
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WEIRD DREAM LAST NIGHT / Now, Dawn and I were late to bed last night, and up at dawn this mornin' to get the cakes done. I can't have got much sleep, but I reckon I 'ad the strangest dreams. / Dreamt I was workin' late in the bakery, and there were donkey's brayin' at the door, and pushin' in and all around. Whole place full so many that I'm pushed up against the coolin' racks as asses shove an' nibble. I try to get 'em off the weddin' cake but down it goes they're eatin' it! I don't right know what to do can 'ardly move so many now, an' a cockerel on the back of one starts soundin' off the sun's almost up and in through door comes Dawn, me wife, 'er 'air all done up nice like she's been dancin' or somethin' – we'd dance a lot when we's were young – but right now she's quick at 'erding all the assess out the door they're brayin' down the street and off and she's puttin' on a record and she takes me hand and we're dancin' round the bakery! And you know, kissin' and that, like we was young again. It were lovely right enough. A lovely dream! / An' I weren't even drunk the night before. / #dream40 #bestdream

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FLOUR IN MY EYES / Woke up in th' bakery. Early hours of the mornin'. Just static on the radio. Wasn't right sure what was goin' on. / Then a knock at the bakery door. Went and 'ad a look. No one there. Rubbed me eyes a bit. Nice night. Warm. Still. Smelled something exotic on the breeze. Went back in, just sat back down, and another knock. What's going on, I thinks. Is that them faeries makin' mischief. Opens the door. No one there. Again. But what's this? Look down, and a little basket of purple flowers on the step. Picks 'em up. Has a sniff. Beautiful! I had a look around, but nothing, no music not-quite-there, not even the sound of footsteps, nor the distant ring of faerie laugher far down the quiet street. Nothin'. / So I get to work. Use the flowers to make a creamy paste, have a sniff, and knock together a quick sponge mixture. Quick bake, and I ice the little cakes all purple with the flower juice. They cool off quick, reckon I try a couple. Right nice taste. / Then I doze off, I reckon. / Next thing is, I wake to find this extraordinary creature strokin' me hair. What's left of it, that is. Me 'air, that is. Eyes open quick enough – she's beautiful! Seems familiar too, but also, you know, strange. Soft hands, nice touch, exotical. Seems like there's music playin' and she has me risin' up like bread and round we dance. Round 'n round the bak'ry! / Then one thing on another. There's flour in our hands, our hair. There's flour in the air and clatterin' me spoons get knocked from workbench all across the floor. An' like the bread rolled out in flour we prove ourselves alright. / Flour everywhere mind. I ask 'er name, and whispering “I have no name” she says, 'er finger to me lips, she says “What I am's that time just after night yet not yet morn, they call me...” / An' then, I must have fall'n asleep, I reck'n. And now 'ere I am, in the bakery. Early hours of the morning. Just static on the radio. Think I'll make a pot a tea. Might clear me 'ead. #dream40 #flowers #magic 
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RIGHT STRANGE GOIN'S ON / Think I nodded off. Woke up in the bakery. Didn't know where I was for a minute. Then somethin' brayed. Several somethin's. Comin' from the coolin' racks. A batch of donkey cakes, made for tomorrow's party. All callin' out. Brayin'. Speakin' tongues. Could not believe me ears. Nor theirs. I slide out th' rack and in me 'ands a batch of talkin' donkeys. An' in surprise I trip an' fall. Land on me arse with donkeys all around me. / Sits up, an' its just a batch of cakes I've dropped. No noise or owt. Just a quiet summers night. / If your readin' this, you'd better not tell Dawn, alright, don't want 'er to think I'm goin' fruitcake. / #dream40
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THE SWEETEST THING

Not sure I've ever said, but I'm not one for cake, I'd rather bread. Too much sugar right turns me off. Though I'll maybe 'ave a drop of 'oney in me tea, if I'm weary like.
Dawn an' me just packin' up. Been a long day. An' another long day tomorrow, finishin' this bloomin' wedding cake. Bit behind we are tonight, what with all that bother with the buttercream. I'll 'ave seen enough of cakes for a bit by the end of this weekend.
Still, off to bed with us for now. Be seein' you in the mornin'

#honey   #dream40   #sweetestthing  
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FRUITLESS CHURNIN

The missus and I have stopped for a cup of tea. Another bit a'bother, the wedding cake's coming on alright, but everytime Dawn tries to make the icing, the buttercream curdles. Strange that is, never happened before. She's right good with icing, too. Had several tries, an' all. So we're having some tea.

By my reckoning, it's them faeries. They've been in taking flour since Wednesday last, and they had away with all me butter early Friday mornin. Had to send young whatsername out for more. Can't think what they'd want it for. Faeries, bakin' cakes? Not likely. Reckon too they've mixed some mischief up in my ingrediments today. Buttercream not churnin' right. Shouldn't happen. We'll get it turned out in the end though, always do. And we're right honoured to've been asked to make that wedding cake, did I say? 

#dream40  
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