The younger part of the Brinkster Clan tried out Papa Johns in my absence on Tuesday and really enjoyed it. They went into the store, watched the pizzas being made and were generally made a fuss of so thought it was the best thing.
My absence was caused by this week's annual work event that causes me to relax my general rule about never drinking vodka with Russian 'officials', and then spending the next few days wondering why I thought it might be a good idea to relax that rule. Still, I managed to get across London on 'autopilot' and get home safely complete with all of my possessions, which rates as some kind of acheivement in my book.
I'll be making the most of tomorrow's promised good weather to tackle the garden at Brinkster Central and then take a trip to the dump to avoid paying the £35 that Sutton Council now think we ought to pay for having garden rubbish collected......
