You can't win 'em all

We never cook on Friday nights. 
It's verboten, no bueno, out of bounds, 
Normally, it's not a problem. After all, the cycle of Chinese, spaghetti, fish and chips, pizza,, takes a month so there's not too much repetition.
A dreary, rainy day and once home, no-one wanted to go out to pick up food, (talk about a first world problem), and as the lad's favouritte pizza joint , Boston Pizza, don't deliver, we settled on Panago. (I'm not a Doordash person).
It arrived in due course, and to be frank, I think I liked it more than Boston Pizza,.
Except for one thing.
The spicy garlic sauce.
Not good.

But I also learned something else too.

If I waffle on about nothing in particular, I have a blip at the end of it. Mission accomplished.


Ah well...