Sitting on the train home from work last night I suddenly had a craving for pizza. Pizza, I thought, I could just go for a nice pizza. I just want to get home and have a tasty pizza. Pizza. Yes. That’s what I want. Pizza.
I got home and started preparing the usual cup of tea when Jen asked “Got any money?”. This usually only means one thing, so I said “Did you have the same craving as me?”. “Well what craving did you have?” she replied. “Pizza?”. “Yes!!!!!”.
So we had pizza for supper last night. And it was good. Mmmmm. Pizza.
