A Proper Slice

I noticed the bread knife resting beside a fresh loaf of crusty bloomers on the kitchen worktop, and it seemed high time for an earnest morning snack. Clambering onto a steady upturned bowl to reach the counter, I took hold of a little wooden butter spreader with both paws. A freshly opened pot of thick orange marmalade sat with its silver lid tipped back, waiting politely. With careful deliberation, I dipped the wooden blade deep into the golden citrus preserve and smoothed a remarkably generous dollop across a soft crust, making sure every single corner received an equal and respectable portion.