“Don’t you want a plate for those?’
“Noo they taste better like this.’
Well I hope that you aren’t going to throw up after eating that lot.’
“Don’t talk daft woman; I’ve never been sick yet.’
“There’s always a first time.’ What was Tom and the others like.’
“Just like me they are fine. A good sleep will put them right in the morning.’
Tom has to be up in four hours for work; I don’t think he will make it do you?’
“Of course he will; he drinks more than that when he’s on holiday.’
Robert had eaten enough and scrumpled up the packet with his hands then went to the sink to wash them under the tap after throwing the paper into the bin.
He then went to the bedroom and took off his clothes and threw them over the chair and got into bed. Ten minutes later he was snoring away. Margaret picked up his things and folded his trousers and suit jacket. Taking out the hanger from his side of the wardrobe she hung his suit back up then undressed and put on her pyjamas and got into bed and turned out the light.
Tom’s mother woke him at four thirty and he was still feeling pretty bad but he knew that he had to get up as there was bread to make.’
He took some Alka-Seltzer then put on his clothes. He left his mothers house after a quick cup of strong Nescafe coffee and headed towards Charlotte Street to his own house he quickly changed once he got there into his work clothes and then got onto his bike and rode it to work. It was ten past five and Rob was waiting outside for him.’
“Where you been boss I’ve been waiting since quarter to five.’
“Sorry lad I was out last night for a few drinks to celebrate.’
“My son Jeffery’s birth.’
“Wow that’s great Mr Taylor, congratulation’s.’
“Yes it is isn’t it?’
Tom opened up then lit the ovens and filled up the bread making machines with the ready mix and water from a large bag then switched on the machine and it began to beat it into a soft dough as Rob wheeled the stainless steel trays ready for the mixture to be cut up, covered, and left to prove.
It was just gone six o’clock when the first loaves came out of the oven and then the first batch of bread buns were ready to come out of the oven.
By seven o’clock Tom was firing on all cylinders and you wouldn’t have know he had been drinking.
Nancy and Liz came in at just after seven and the first customers appeared asking for fresh baked bread and buns. Rob had greased the tins and the pie filling that hat had been made the night before was ready to be ladled into the pastry. The lids were being made by Liz and would only take twenty five minutes to bake.
Sixty chicken and mushroom pies went in one oven and the same of corned beef and onion. More than one hundred loaves of bread were made before nine o’clock and then all the scones and tea cake buns were made. Tom made his first delivery at nine and left Rob to make the next batch of pies for him coming back.
He went to the Wills factory first where he dropped off bread and pies then went back to Formica Ltd dropped their order in and then Commercial Plastics. He drove the van straight back to pick up another load before heading to Dukes and Marks, Welch’s and Son’s then the general foam factory. Every day he delivered to these factories and