A breeding ground for trouble

Recently I made pizza for dinner. Working from home that day I could start it in my lunch break and leave it to rise and prove and hang out for about four hours under a tea towel at each stage. I felt like a New York pizza man. 

We had a good meal with potato and Rosemary toppings and a Parmesan and rocket and then I thought nothing more of it. 

That is until I went to put out my latest batch of washing. Bits of my pizza dough had stuck around. 

How odd. I don't remember Louis getting any dough on his pants. Or on his jumper. Or tee shirts. 

Ohh I realised I'd I flung the tea towel I'd wrapped the raw dough with into the washing machine and there must have been a scrap on which had thrived in the wet and wild of the machine. 

Hmm quite hard to get off. Maybe I'll just have to tell Louis he's got a yeast infection.... 

Déjà SU

After a sleep in I do enjoy an impromptu pizza and pint at the Hollyoaks bar in Angel as Alex and I did last week. I think if our dignity let us we'd go every Tuesday. But at least we buy something, unlike the weird family that clearly just sneaked in because they didn't own a tv.

We had a great time 'watching football'. "Oh this is alright isn't it?" "But quite sad we missed the bit at the beginning when we get close ups of which ones are hot." "Probably why that North Korean was crying."

Needless to say we left at half time and whizzed home to sit next to Marky with some ice cream and talk over his enjoyment of the game. Well don't know how anyone can concentrate anyway with that buzzing sound! Voulez vous vu shut up.