this evening on the way home after nursery, ronnie put in the request to go to pizza express. now i had a bit of a mental day at work, a good mental day actually, designing the spring/summer 2013 children’s collection, but enough of that. anyway i missed lunch and worked straight through so i was starving, so it didn’t take much convincing me, even from a three-year old that pizza could be a good idea.
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eating out with friends used to be quite simple; ronnie was always pretty well behaved in comparison to some and actually quite a joy, as he would scoff down anything you care to give him. watching other mothers & fathers struggle to feed their slightly feral brood with even the simplest of foods was always sad to see, and I often wondered whether they were wondering “why did we bother”.