Moira Bakery

What do you call a bakery in Moira? Moira bakery, of course. What else would it possibly be?
So, Moira Bakery it was. Unfortunately it was a wee bit late for a bakery visit, in fact it was nearly 1:30 (ok, so a lot late), and they were lacking in a lot of bread /​rolls /​cakes etc. I did spot a coffee cake, but it was huge and weighed an absolute ton. Besides, by the time I got it back to Dundonald, it would probably have been comparable actual coffee… it was pretty warm and sticky outside.
Deciding to opt for a couple of almond fingers and a couple of iced fingers, I informed the lady behind the counter (who didn’t seem all that impressed and was quite abrupt with me), paid and went on my way.
Needless to say, the iced fingers glued themselves to the almond ones, and they were essentially fit for nothing by the time I got home (good one Lynne). This didn’t put off my sister though, and she ate away at them. When later asked whether they were nice or not, a «uh huh» was suffice. At least that was something…