During the late 80's early 90's I lived in a house in Northwood that always smelt of bread.  We were so poor and we worked out it was cheaper to make our own bread.  Every morning I would get up, make my bread, let it rise and bake it, every day.  For a treat we would walk into Hanley and get oatcakes.  There was a hatch in the wall and you would que up to get them.

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