Artichoke

Long lie, chores, swim, lunch, chores, casting off, pizza!, eight point.

As someone refused their nap this morning, there were no cuddles at the baths and Mum didn't get a swim. So I went for lunch and saw some of the cucumber, beetroot and pita combo enter F's mouth. An ace taleggio and artichoke pizza for tea (why be modest when it was bloody good) and some almost plagiarism. Why would you ever not give someone full credit?