Pizza time. I’ve gone for a’Dirty Girl’, from the daily specials, which was embarrassing enough ordering at the table, but probably even worse over the’phone. Especially if you’ve dialled the wrong number.
I get a slice of halibut as white as fresh snow. It’s a tidy bit of fish, cooked just right for my tastes; I like my white fish the way I like my Brexit supporters – dealt with firmly, but not always battered