Mr. Waffle and I went out to see a film the other night. As I was leaving the office, one of my colleagues asked me what I was going to see and I started, “My neighbour is a documentary film maker…” but was unable to get any further due to the gales of laughter that met this pronouncement. Anyhow, despite fears to the contrary (including, to be honest, mine) the film was very good, if a little long.
We’d left the boys with cash at home to buy revolting pizza from Domino’s which is inexplicably popular with them. When we got home at 9 there was no sign of the pizza which was ordered some time earlier. I rang the shop.
Me: I was just wondering where our order was.
Domino’s Man: Oh, I hate to say this, it’s out with our slowest driver.
Me: Any idea when it will arrive?
Him: Could be tomorrow to be honest. It’ll probably be cold too.
It came at 9.40. It was cold. To be fair, they offered to sort us, if it was cold when we got it but at that point we couldn’t face waiting for another order.
