Dinner with Dad tonight (my Aunt is off on a girlie night.)
Moving back in with a parent after living away for 14 years is a really wierd sensation.
Tonight was pizza.
Now me, I'd either be idle and phone out, or nip into the local market, grab a base, and cover it with what I refer to as "A Varied Selection Of Herbs, Fresh Diary Produce And Cured Meats" and my friends crudely refer to as "all sorts of shit, can we order curry instead?"
No class, some people.
However, my Dad slapped a half frozen cheese and tomato thing on the plate with a masonary-like thud and a triumphant flourish and, before I could comment, said: "Beer?"
I love that man.
