Mooh, could you ask your Rosie to have a chat with my Blewyn re: sending out for pizzas? More than once, I've gone to my local for a quiet pint and, just before closing, the landlord has given me a big box o' bones - a Mr. B. Thomas having ordered them by phone. I take it out of his pocket money of course ... but that causes ructions on the home front, too.

sian