The little town we live in is so small – and you won’t believe this – that it doesn’t even have a Domino’s Pizza! Shocking, I know!
Even worse, the nearest one isn’t in delivery range so we have to drive to the nearby Big Town for our occasional takeaway pizza (& ice-cream) fix.*
We were driving back from there, to the soundtrack of little voices coming from the back seat saying “I can smell pizza: yum!”.
The Mummy made an observation: “It may sound awful, but you can tell something about a place when it has a giant Mecca Bingo”.
Ellie, always curious about our conversations, says: “What, Mummy?”.
The Mummy: “Oh, Mummy’s just being a bit……”, pausing to search for the right word.
Ellie, ever helpful: “bossy”.
I won’t comment. I have all my appendages & I plan to keep it that way.
At least the Mummy found it as funny as the rest of us!
* The pizza’s OK, but the dip is as addictive as crack-cocaine. Even Jake likes it. Also, the ice-cream is Ben & Jerry’s.