It's not quite time to delve into the cauldron of boiling mystery meat that Ethel's cooking for lunch, and breakfast was a long time ago. Your stomach rumbles like the thundering viking hordes. What to do? Biscuits!
'Give me the biscuit' - Gif me þone brædhlaf ["Yif may tho-nuh bred-hlaff"]
'Where is the biscuit tin?' - Hwær cwom brædhlafcæpse? ["Hwar kwom bred-hlaff-cap-suh?"]
'Give me the biscuit' - Gif me þone brædhlaf ["Yif may tho-nuh bred-hlaff"]
'Where is the biscuit tin?' - Hwær cwom brædhlafcæpse? ["Hwar kwom bred-hlaff-cap-suh?"]
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