You saw it here first....

"One plait or two?"
...
"Three!"

..and then off to the party.

Today was a day of playing driver, chaperone and hairstylist. Ok, the latter wasn't me. After dropping W off at the Grosvenor, we strolled off for a hipster coffee. In the cafe, A asked very nicely for a pain au chocolate which, on sampling, was most delicious. And then, as per usual, he charmed the ladies at the next table, the family at the one on our other side and then a good number of the staff.

Partly to keep him occupied and also to sustain the charm, we gave him some cash and asked him to give it to the man with the beard. He had the look of "Which one?" as he toddled off... He came back with the change on a little silver plate.

W had a great time. Very sad not to be going to an "after party" - grandparents were visiting. Back home to bake the sourdough which worked although lacked the full flavour of previous loaves.

Notes.
Don't leave it so long before baking.
Slash the top with a very sharp knife.
Try to avoid letting the dough dry out.
Perhaps a little more salt.