So, with Hubby’s course at an end and real life beckoning from behind the swishy curtains, we’re shortly heading home and so arranged to go out with the Disreputable one for a farewell pizza.

We started with a nice bottle of Merlot and four dishes of dough balls with garlic butter (yum), progressing swiftly on to a second bottle of Merlot (well, the service was a bit slow) and some serious pizza action, well, all apart from the Disreputable One’s other half, A, affectionately referred to as his child bride (well, she’s half his age - I’m SO going to get my arse kicked for that one) who finds it impossible to order anything off the menu without altering it (I’m sure she does it on purpose just to wind us all up now), who did her usual ‘I’ll have the chicken salad, oh but can you put the dressing on the side please?’ rising gamely above all the sniggering coming from behind our menus.

The children and I finished off by ordering a triple chocolate glory (I had the fudge one) whilst A (DD’s CB - ooh, I like that) declared that she was going to really, really push the boat out for her pudding. We held our breath while she perused the menu (Baked Cheesecake? Chocolate Fudge Cake with Mascarpone? - I thought she might join Hubby and go for the figs with vanilla syrup - well, it’s still fruit) as she strung it out as long as possible before announcing to the waiter (complete with triumphant smirk in our direction) that she’d like … mint tea. ‘Oh dear’, groaned Hubby, ‘you’re going to get blogged for that one’. Yup.

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