Saxon phrase of the day #6: elevenses

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?"]