Pizza Pie

Saturday jobs- laundry, housework, dog walk.
Betty went off into town to meet a friend and Nelly went to diving.
We reconvened at the Broons for some pizza making and chicken soup for the the soul that is DJ.
I came home with a splitting headache and was sick in my mouth trying to take Panadol. I have never seen Betty look so horrified as she witnessed this I went for a lie down in the dark and Nelly fell asleep downstairs. We were both ordered into our pyjamas by Betty.
My headache eased so I waited up for Floss to arrive home with his fabulous stool which will no doubt be blipped soon.