An auld fella from the west coast of Scotland is staying at a bed and breakfast in Cornwall.
On the first morning of his stay, the proprietor serves him a full English breakfast (sausages, bacon, black pudding, beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, fried slices, and two pieces of bread and butter).
Later, as he’s about to go out, the proprietor asks him was the breakfast all to his liking.
“Aye,” he says, “it was vera lovely indeed. But I do usually have a wee bit more bread with ma breakfast in the morning.”
The proprietor considers herself a professional host and is a little stung by the criticism so the following day she provides the same breakfast again but this time with four slices of bread and butter.
Again, she approaches him with a smile after he’s eaten and asks how the meal was received.
“Aye,” he says, “it was vera nice, vera nice. But I do usually have a wee bit more bread with ma breakfast in a morning.”
As the week wears on, the proprietor loads the man’s plate with more and more bread until finally, frustrated with his daily gentle criticism, she goes to the baker for an unsliced loaf.
She cuts it lengthwise right down the middle, splatters a thick spread of butter over each half and balances it ludicrously on the edge of his breakfast plate.
Grinning, she approaches the man after breakfast and asks
”And how was your breakfast today?”
The man nods amiably and says:
”Aye, it was truly lovely. But I see we’re back tae two slices of bread again…”
