It wasn't towards Ulla. But that was all right. As was the pair of heavy brown boots that had invaded the periphery of her vision. So long as he hadn't seen her spit the biscuit bread.

"Ah don't believe Ah've had the pleasure."

"Me neither. Not yet, anyway."

Or that when it came to such matters as pleasure, it would fall into that category, although really, what was the problem here? Unless he knew about the bread? He wasn't exactly likely to paw her in front of ...