There is nothing more inviting than freshly cooked bread, that sweet aroma wafting through the house on a cold winters day. I remember many moons ago my parents were selling one of the many family homes I lived in as child, we moved around a lot. Dad decided to bake some bread, as after all thats what they tell you to do when selling a home. I guess its suppose to make it homely and invite you in and say sure sit down, this is where you can see yourself living. Well my dad isn’t much of a baker and he burnt the bread, so the house didn’t have that warm inviting smell instead it stank like a burnt oven. Luckily we had time to open the windows and let the burn vapours dissolve away. Someone did buy the house and we moved to our next home. When one door closes another opens they say.