
Whan I was wee an sent oot tae the shoppie, a cud nivver mind which kin o breid ma mither wanted. Sae A haed a poem; “Pan if ye can, plain if there’s nane”. Ay, ay, we wis a pan-loaf faimlie…
Whan I was wee an sent oot tae the shoppie, a cud nivver mind which kin o breid ma mither wanted. Sae A haed a poem; “Pan if ye can, plain if there’s nane”. Ay, ay, we wis a pan-loaf faimlie…