I have some wonderful and kind long-term friends back in my hometown, but searching for good or appropriate friends in my location seems to be harder to achieve. I write this for my son who one day will read this and hopefully learn from his daddies tale of woe.
After dropping off my son to his mothers, I decided Pizza would be a one-off treat for my tea, so I put this half supermarket and half self-made creation into the oven and waited with anticipation and a rumbling tum. Ten minutes later and the house filled with smoke!
Once the thick, toxic smoke had cleared, I discovered that someone had left a plastic grill handle in the bottom of a brand new oven, which I didn’t see when putting my pizza. The pizza was now toxic and as I am about to find out, so was a new friendship. (more…)