Pizza

Spring continues to Spring.

Getting home was hard work, because I bought too much beer, pizza and flowers to be able to cycle, and somebody wasn't in the mood to walk, so there was some physically demanding carrying.  When she eventually walked, she stepped into a big deep muddy puddle and fell over.  Upset about her shoes, she ran over and grabbed the manky bike chain with the hand that was already clutching an orange, then the bike fell over, then I wheeled it through some dog poo.  

And none of that matters, because it's Friday.  Not Tuesday. 

A couple of extra photos.